In this catacombs of bones where death was never the end.
We can walk through the lifeless and see behind their pathetic mask.
Deluded sheep try to be severe wolfs.
But their necks intonate a symphony of perdition.
We cultivate the ultimate affliction and plant it into your lacerated veins.
Exhale the visions the virus gifted you!
Bless the world with your relentless poison!
Hear them cracking, in the mist of the dungeons?
There is no way to appease the hunger of ropes!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI