the greenery thrive on garbage

The greenery thrive on garbage Yokudan boars crowd and feast Run through the forest, run through the crumbling concrete and glass Feast upon the marsh, feast upon the roots and remains of Lyg's ass

I reek of dead leviathan hearts I piss from my eyes black fuck My skin is as gray as the moon My skin is a slab of the storm clouds at monsoon

Weaver of this shawl and my blindness Vomit a jungle out of your womb Weaver of ebonthread sheath Enwreathe me in your fief