My face flakes to dust with the touch of the rising sun Tracing the cool breeze with the charcoal ash that fell I feel myself fading away, enriching the loam. To the present abode of humankind. As distinct from heaven or hell. Falling from grace, left behind. Reduced to a lone sublunary cell. I am in hell. All's left is flesh and bone Reduced to clay and stone Receding back to my old home My cold earthen throne As distinct from heaven or hell. Falling from grace, left behind. Reduced to a lone sublunary cell. I am in hell. In hell. And now, maggots, feast on my flesh as I return to the earth. My bones grow into roots of trees. I will return to the earth. Let them bestow a limb in every direction Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake And now, maggots, feast on my flesh as I return to the earth. My bones grow into roots of trees. I will return to the earth. And now, maggots, feast on my flesh as I return to the earth. My bones grow into roots of trees. I will return to the earth.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
