Valkyrja Solstice In Withdrawal
From The Dried Cunt Of Life Came Not Child But Coughs Of
Dust
The Stench Of Rot Still Linger Within The Winds...
Empty Eyes Are Staring Into Lifeless Nothing. Open Wide -
Now A Nest For Flies
From The Scorned Cunt Of Light Not Even One Ray Remain To
Light The Dark Who Swallowed Us...
Each Casket Fed, Not One Single Word Was Spoken
No Echo Travel To Share Its Message... Manifested And
Awoken By The Pleasures Of Sin Whose Acts Were Denied By
Sense - But Awoken By Will. Now Neglect Everything And
Walk Into The Fire To Burn The Crust That Seal Thee With
Remorse!
The Dried Tongues Wish So Pitiful To Speak.
None Of The Words Are Heard Throughout The Blistered
Throat. From The Dried Cunt Of Life - No Prosper But
Sighs Of Angst. Fluids From Open Wounds Still Stain Its
Surface. Men Torn Into Bits, Staring Into The Lifeless
Nothing - Wide Open.
Now Left To Rot In Silence... Pestilence With Different
Faces Have Swept The Ground Countless Times Before - Each
One With The Spirit Of A Wolf. Now Neglect Everything And
Walk Into The Fire To Burn The Crust That Seal Thee With
Remorse. The Dried Tongues Wish Pitiful To Speak, Yet
None Of The Words Are Heard - No, None Of The Words Are
Heard... Each Origin Reversed!
