Fagyhamu - Csontmáglya


In today's chaos
 In yersterday's misery and age of many pests
 Plenty of people stepped over the gate of the dead.
 Flesh rotten from the bodies-feeding
 Their blood flooded the fields as red swamp.
 A hilld started to grow
 Its filthy whiteness shined through the mountains
 As it was the biggest among all
 ...called bonestake...

 Victims of lost wars and viruses
 Miserables of hunger.'chosen ones' of nature
 They built this bonfire
 Harder than all fires
 That burn down the flesh of man
 The shock
 That it cannot be erased
 Will be only stronger
 As the future is evil
 Bringing merely death

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