Solstice in Withdrawal - Valkyrja

From The Dried Cunt Of Life Came Not Child But Coughs Of Dust

The Stench Of Rot Still Linger Within The Winds…

Empty Eyes Are Staring Into Lifeless Nothing.

Open Wide — Now A Nest For Flies

From The Scorned Cunt Of Light Not Even One Ray Remain To Light The Dark Who

Swallowed Us…

Each Casket Fed, Not One Single Word Was Spoken

No Echo Travel To Share Its Message… Manifested And Awoken By The Pleasures

Of Sin Whose Acts Were Denied By Sense — But Awoken By Will.

Now Neglect

Everything And Walk Into The Fire To Burn The Crust That Seal Thee With Remorse!

The Dried Tongues Wish So Pitiful To Speak

None Of The Words Are Heard Throughout The Blistered Throat.

From The Dried

Cunt Of Life — No Prosper But Sighs Of Angst.

Fluids From Open Wounds Still

Stain Its Surface.

Men Torn Into Bits, Staring Into The Lifeless Nothing — Wide

Open

Now Left To Rot In Silence… Pestilence With Different Faces Have Swept The

Ground Countless Times Before — Each One With The Spirit Of A Wolf.

Now Neglect Everything And Walk Into The Fire To Burn The Crust That Seal Thee

With Remorse.

The Dried Tongues Wish Pitiful To Speak, Yet None Of The Words

Are Heard — No, None Of The Words Are Heard… Each Origin Reversed!