Power, at last !
The tympanum frail guardian, vibrates,
Becomes taut and twisted.
The external auditory canal is trembling,
Blood vessels rupture and the eardrum tears.
The hammer cracks and breaks the anvil,
The stirrup shatters and the cilias are torn out.
Grind to the core !
The blood and the liquid,
Fluids of life and sound
Are seeping out.
Bloody hell, is this good !?
Eyelids are opening
Pupils dilating
Crystalline lenses are cracking
The pierced corneas let the aqueous humor...
And the blood flow.
Grind to the core !
Sweat attacks nostrils,
Olfactory receptors are inflamed,
Blood vessels weep
Blood flows and, with it, the mucus.
Grind to the core ! (x2)
Skin ! it deforms under the blows !
The epidermis, the dermis are saturated with blood.
Tongue's out, the dribble flows,
The sweat deposits salt.
The muscle is dissolved, corrosion.
Bloody hell ! is this a gig !?