ABOVE THE EARTH SWARM THOUSANDS
ON THE GROUND THEY RUN BY THE SIGN OF THE SUN
IN THE WASTES SUMMONS A VOICE
A VOICE OF DESTRUCTION, THE CALLS FOR STARVATION
ABOMINATION TOWARDS TEH SUN
NOW THERE IS NOWHERE TO RUN
FOUL AND CURSED
A HOME OF UGLINESS, TORTURE AND PAIN
TAKE ME THERE
THE HORROR THAT HIDES BEHIND THIS SUPERNATURAL BEING
FOUL AND CURSED
THE STENCH OF THIS DESERT
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
HE IS LORD OF FLIES

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN