Stumbling through ruins others have trod Passing bodies twisted in postures of violent death The stench of seared flesh hanging thick. Season of rot. Shapes of abomination Staggering blind, deaf and silent A misshapen mass of flies, enshrouding him. Seething lumps crawling on his body in mindless migration. Black and glittering. Falling away as he shambles, in frenzied clumps exploding into fragmented flight. His eyes are thousands eyes. As the flies crawls into him, through every orifice Now bloated with gases. He is a black, spinning and buzzing cloud of pestilence. A growing horror, a fly-shrouded creature None of his flesh is exposed, nothing of the man himself. The vermin have claimed him and beneath he lives in darkness. Shape of abomination, season of rot.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
