My eyes are slowly dilating pure white Skin stretched as if about to tear There's a wretched stench of rotting limbs Erect I am from this smell Pain,
Tulkojums: Whitechapel. Eternal patvēruma.
: My eyes are slowly dilating pure white Skin stretched as if about to tear There's a wretched stench of rotting limbs Erect I am from this smell Pain