"In tombs we lie, the brotherhood of decay and decomposition,
the ones who left our worthless lives to rot and be forgotten.
As worms seek shelter in my flesh and bones are grind to dust,
I listen to the rain above and bide my time in darkness......"The End is Night
"A fetid, wornout scenery, this cradle of man.
Sucked bonedry, the Ancient Mother at the end of her lifespan.
Craving, ruthless, the child that ate its own womb,
human vermin, abandon this place of doom...." |
