Текст песни Splice - Fyrce Muons

The night goes down
Fields of clowns
Seconds of snakes
A field is around a misery season of holy rollers
Fight the clowns
A gesture of angels
A torpor fought will step so slow
A devil's horns
A packet of widows
As earwigs claw into your brain
It lays it's eggs inside your skull

The creep of death is on your door
He raises his scythe
You live no more
The sins of being to testify
The spreadsheet's in
For this you die