Текст песни Athazagoraphobia - Тундра

the corpse will be found at dawn, I pick it out on the bark
this is atazagoraphobia, tsunaref
whore, I lick the cut
on the chest, find the man in me

because I already found the cattle in you
sperm are forced between the intestines
head in a bag, and ejaculation on the snow
then the experts will assemble you as a lego

the spirit of the forest-tundra is empty, the hop hits the head
I put my pussy on a fir tree
in vain you drove to these parts
blueberries, cloudberries, and your gore

and I can already clearly imagine the screeching
Blizzard in a fucker, coughing up on tits
carrion while she lived. faded - and again
snowy owls pound the corpse

TUNDRA
FEEL MINUS THIRTY
MORNING
AND EMPTY EYES
NUTRO
PENETS WITH FROST
TUNDRA AND COOLING COMATOSIS INSERT

hanging body decomposed and spilled
ripped belly, white inside
sperm / maggots - great collage
feces on your fucking improve the surroundings

from frost, damn it, already emphysema
instead of steam, your mouth spews foam.
you are in captivity. and it's just us and the deer
with a log of sharpened huyarim through the veins

winter is the only friend in these latitudes,
the muddies in the swamps are dying from the cold,
and the act of homicide in the polar night
no one will hear the cry, die and be silent

we'll be in the parks. danger of the tundra park
killed like in a park. and steam from the cancer wound
you don't give a fuck, like a dead poultice