23 September 2012
Quiet Discrete and hidden black fog It takes everything it can Watch out, it's going to take you
You will be infected You can't get away You'll be stuck
Run, my dear It's like constantly sinking A black sludge is dragging you down
My beloved friend, run for your life Get away from here Even I will get you infected
It hurts to see how many that falls How many that becomes like me How many that is infected
Blackened by grime Soiled by smoke Shattered
Tattered, lacerated Broken and exposed Stained with unnoticeable blood
Please, run, leave me behind I cannot be saved You've still got a chance
Black Strips Of Slow Death • Opuss № I