Did someone fertilized himself on internet...? Perfect murders, In the valley of intensive therapy, they moderate the pulse, avid viruses devour humanity
They sneak in society, They spread They pestilence Born in pain, Born in anger Wrapped in navel String of wire...
Children of the snake eliminate life, children of the snake set fire To dry planet, they got tangled in cobweb of conflicts - they lie!
What will the next day look like? Will the pulse stop tomorrow In the valley of intensive therapy? Will the old man sink into a winter sleep?
Someone sacrificed Bad meat To his bored, heavy With sleep gods Too late for an antidote For incurable sicknesses... Too late to stop children Of the snake... Now... In the valley Of intensive therapy:
Inertness... Silence... Stench...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
