Paroles de III-2

Numerous howling bites Communion through skin and teeth My rotten bites marking your flesh Through skin and teeth The comfort of your screams, so serene while witnessing pain Let me vibrate via your suffering Losing senses Being myself for once Oh, your dreams, you abort them like foetuses All which is abandoned is not forgotten All ends up in me and grows within From a simple violence arose a round of variations The decline of you through that fall Reaching one's abyss, rising elsewhere