Dig the trench. Ring grim bells. To war. Unfold barbwires. Sands. Are trembling. Earth shines red. To the horizon!
The black widow's incrusting to the wrist as fresh blood. It bleeds. As a carcass. It hurts as a fuck-wrecked childhood. Until it fucking dies. Unsafely drowning as a breastfed. Speaking. No word but coagulum's spattering bonfire.
Under the emblems ov war! Upon the verses ov laurels! Where the. Storks will be bled! Gutted where gatekeepers are!
As the triturating chainsaw. MG42. Machines are coming. MG42. A stench ov fleshless. MG42. The great death marches on. MG42.
As weakness slowly dies a victim ov hassle. Beggaries ov holy lust. Are fading as wounded shudders. A fuzzy sunlight unto the grief ov. Salvation's battle. Resection ov pacifism at the heart ov the great. Deathmarch.
As the triturating chainsaw in the hands ov. Nuclear angel. A stench ov fleshless physical. Shapes is ripping as gunners. Machines are. Coming to eradicate. To molest the final. Worms. The final suicide (instincts emerge. Upon fear's false charity. Ov the upcoming. Infants melting naked on scrapped ruins.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
