Memories of devostated corpses Open the next events of it's own Absolutly bured bones O alcohol - blasphemy, alright...
The lifeless layer of my thoughts Unexecepts the crash of that Temporary holyness And again - extreme productivity Of the sholder blades - our thrashing machines
I am a joner Making wooden dwellings For their remains - the sours for Thrasing machine
Hunting the material Pulling out their frameworks I am increasing productivity Of the desecration by the thrashing machines
Memories are endless And this is the fucking ravishing conveyor
