[Lyrics / music: Nornagest]
Lying wet, the object I saw
In this red morning, on a bed made of stones.
Legs in the air, like a nympho s*ut,
Burning and sweating poisons...
Open, cynic and cut
Her womb full of exhalations.
The morning sun reflect
On this putrid womb.
As the skies looked down the carca**
The world gave back a strange choir:
Chanting Satanas:
Crawling... in pestilence obscene.
The Burning Dawn rises in my eyes.
Forms were erased and nothing but a dream.
A slow outline to come on the forgotten womb,
Only by a sight of memory survived
Yet similar to this refuse.
Crawling... in a devotion obscene.
The Burning Dawn rises in my eyes.
Swallowed... in misery.
Cursed eternally.
O horrible infection, foul of my eyes,
Vermin of nature, pa**ion angels!
Such you will be, ô worms of life,
After thy last sacraments, mildewing among the bones.