В колонках играет - Elysian Blaze - Spirit and Night

With your collared heart, with your pigeons all stuffed like pork,
With those diamond swastikas, once entangled beneath your feet,
So adorned, miraculous, yearning silence and lust to stroke –
Stretch your wholesome neck – the eternity will admit
That you call for rain, for the thunder to crush and clash,
For a chicken bone, hence your eyes will refreeze the flake.

Lick your mind, overthrown to a grotesque rash.
Pray the grindcore tune and hosannas for church to steak.

Now your face is down, penetrating through pavement glade.
Bloodsoaked finger foam, cutting glance to the calfskin feather.
Two white bulldogs are guarding the heaven gate.

And the angels…The angels are dressed in leather.



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