Outside the eye, into the nothingness of existence Flows the moment, of pearl That it wanted, to dance, dance with me Upon the bones, (of) scabby dogs Gush of slime, has startled the birds Those messengers from oblivion of nothingness.
So I am being pulled about by the demon of orgasm Not towards life, towards death.
Towards doom, towards the end Towards rottenness, towards old whore... ...towards needless singings...
When trailing through the, through the wasteland Dust of futility blind your eye And you alone, joined with noone and nowhere You’re sinking into filth existence of dung, and plague Gush of slime has startled the birds Those messengers from oblivion of nothingness... So I am being pulled about by the demon of orgasm Not towards life, towards death...