Embedded by twisted branches Stiff lids blue 'n cold as ice Mouth stuffed with black soil I'm enjoying my view Can't move nor scream Breath caught in a cloud of dust Frostbite gnaws at my face The earth swallows my rot
Wearing away Skin turns to bark
My imprisoned seed flows free Seeping through the pores of my coffin Pregnant forest will spawn An army of Ents As I contaminate The ground beneath my putrefied feet I think to myself What a wonderful death
Buried to my neck I've become one with the earth Transplantation The Ent is nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
