Hengiforms hanging with bloated carcasses Bloodless fauna on the clay Banks of votive meat A bleary gateway Dry crackle of fire A guttering flame We trample the routes Grit between the teeth Forest ablaze, endless days chased away. The once brave sun In slouched equinox, fled The moon's grey head Returns a cold and steady gaze Night's beasts put up their call Now there's no turning back from the frigid threshold Coil revolving through and through.... Into a state of false death Equinoctial eschaemia A cold air coagulant Damming up the source The roar becomes a humTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
