Thy Grave все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

This place is Inferno!
Here those who had fallen, keep the black crown.
Pulsating pus covers the flesh,
Pulling astray, leaving away.

They are decomposing and multiplying,
Copulate and mix, one with another.

Gather food and hunt game. Seasonal change determines my home. Follow the herd and set up camp. Horseback on the russian steppe. Migration pattern. Open plain spread forth as far as the eye can see, the horizon. A ruling class of priest kings with religion. A new population with agrarian ways encroaching faster. I have no food to eat. The rising sun on a brand new city, sedentary and monotheistic. Specialized division of labor all controlled by the smallest percentage. Worship harder. Food supply stretched thin. Nothing to eat and no room to breathe. Overfarming has depleted the land. Nutrient deficiencies are rampant again. Starvation pattern. I have no teeth to eat. Sleep. Keep dreaming. Don’t wake up.