Prophesies tell of an arduous act necessary for holding onto innocence And keeping all safe is foretold to use sacrifice to prosper The Gods dislike limbs, for they are filthy by toil and sin Remove them, let them become soil The head must leave It has seen too much hatred through unfortunate lens and has spoken too much foul while breathing in the vices of Humanity What remains is a square shape but still perverted Remaining are tools for re-population but retarded into pleasure outlets; the most putrid manifestations On the body. Once they cease, we may exist The purest form of man now rests on this stone "I offer you mighty Gods the people's stump fetus cherish our innocence and thrive collections of perfection pile up and rot on this stone, for approval from the thronesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
