Eroded limbs lay in obscurity Tremoring with the permutations of an unclean elixir Coursing through narrowing veins, As misshappen unborn in obdurate wombs Born through the unfurling of broken passages While shapes linger over their inverse With cold stares through sunken eyes As hissing tongues gasp, "I know you, frail creature!" The markings on crumbling throats Tell of past ruination and profane curses Those conjured into this circle within three sides To swallow satisfaction in pernicious and disobedient desires, And writhe in terrible winds of possession Hearing the Headless Spirit dismally beckon: "Annihilate human faculties, for whatever suppositions you hold, These are not mere words!" So suck not these tears, as we welcome the fate of doom in chainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
