Form of existence - the misery that fills this world Bit by bit of same destroying what little is left of it...
Remediless madaly, for centuries devouring propeling yield of its poison Posion that spreads its stench, trampling everything in sight.
Thy stench, that creates a new aura called life.
Made of stench, the new sphere, poisoning everything in sight Corrosive with poison the puzzles of which is consist Inside discharged, just rotting shell of human life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
