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!