The dead-eaten, putrid
Revived and lost.
Signs of madness
On my brow.
We are alive
We just pretend
That we are dead.

Defiled visions became
Reality and comprehension.
Blood and mud
Adron our withered bodies

Blood - particular liquid
Spirits' beverage.
Come to my ritual song
My rotten friends

In the scream
Od flamed candles
Predictive whisper
Of souls.

Touched by thanat
You'll understand us

I'll put back tulips
On my grave.
Mistress of sorrow
Accept this poor man
'Cause it was me.