As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other
A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush
Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine purefaction
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in, child; take
Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends
I chose the Devil's path
Never
The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so
Oh, look at those lifeless leaves
All their precious pride is
Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind
Impotence o
We do away with pure carnage
Count down to exterminate
Chains of despair cloacked by darkness
The thundering echoes of great
Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
Cast down all
