Boils be not, rally endless crimson dust Rotten hopes, oh, why my brothers run? Lonely landing, on the myriad cusps
Fathers in Hell Of heel, cyst and lung My cysts to foretell Of heel, cyst and lung Running brothers in limbo attempt escape From the heel that which must expel
Fathers in Hell Of heel, cyst and lung My cysts to foretell Of heel, cyst and lung
Rotten hope, dim honor and pitted rust Alleged realities, we forged forward Is it benign trust?
Is Limbo what be must? In a wisp of galactic dust? To the very worms That feed for an eternity? Dried brothers of rind So far inside We shall never escape The collapsed cusp For an eternity!