He is the wraith which is unconquerable Maggots have stolen his voice and they escape through his gaping mouth He has no hair, only worms And torn bandages to keep warm He is the bearer of all potential suffering and all rot The embodiment of the spirit whose duty it is to administer Infection and bacterial manifestations Like an army of lice, picking at the ripe raw meat of fresh carrion The horror is unbearable A scab on the inside of his eyelid scrapes his vision fair His luminous hand bears the salt which is rubbed Into the wounds of the earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
