Memories of devostated corpses
Open the next events of it's own
Absolutly bured bones
O alcohol - blasphemy, alright...
The lifeless layer of my thoughts
Unexecepts the crash of that
Temporary holyness
And again - extreme productivity
Of the sholder blades - our thrashing machines
I am a joner
Making wooden dwellings
For their remains - the sours for
Thrasing machine
Hunting the material
Pulling out their frameworks
I am increasing productivity
Of the desecration by the thrashing machines
Memories are endless
And this is the fucking ravishing conveyor