Shout 332
I am
Our hands seem to lose
are blasphemous to the fluctuation of iron mouth
Lapi!
suffer from mouth
gloomy sows fear losing sob
looking for a weeping tear
to Satan
man raven absurd encounters with fear
after what it hides probably ubiquitous dog?
I fondly recall the end of the burning sun
I see
the iron appears as a dark time of the destruction of Satan failed
abyss of...