Lumber churns it
Wrath bears it
Fire is the past
Its embers extinct
Dead.
Lumber churns it
Wrath bears it
Torment is the present
Naked, nude
Skinned.
Lumber churns it
Wrath bears it
Mighty future
Pure, black power
Chosen.
Cutting fire's embers to death
To feel the nakedness of pain skinned
Let mighty pureness be guarded by
chosen ones.
Sew up you mouth, indigent one
Let your eyes burn together
Your body and soul be more foolish
Live through pain and pitfall
You are trampled down, dusted
A mighty torture for you. |
