[Verse 1]
Hush, ancient purr
I swore off obsidian thoughts
And lay awake on broken glass
I bled out more than once
I drew the poison out
[Verse 2]
The scavenger feeds in hum of low sea
Cast-off exuviae in fragility
I kept my head down and bit my tongue
Until I tasted love
[Chorus]
Rare form at the casement, for which I burn
Perfect psychosis, noiselessly whirrs
Then hear the reflections, the words they demean
(Then come, destroyer, then come, destroyer)
(We'll fight with claws and teeth)
Cia taip kaip Uzkalniui duot pavertint koncervus & lasinius & pashteta ( aisku su uogiene) kur undermenshai valgo jei piggiai randa. Ar nenukentes Sahja morale?