Cells scattered in electronic ghosts of pulse
Dreams of futile flesh
Hindsight’s remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel
Wisdom and crafts of the pioneers – never lose them in these cold years
Hindsight’s remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel
Broken, dreamless in frozen worship
Into the necrosphere, beyond the world of waking men
Where horror and moral terror are your friends
