War, semen, blood
Vital impulses
Once I lose you
What will remain?
Printed trees
Above the dawn in grey
One day more the struggle
Between the cement and the root
The solitary man
Riding the desolate field
Shouts his name to heaven
Perverts his mind in dreams
Doze of reason
Drunkenness and fear
His mind with monsters pregnant
Sons of Blood, World Devourers