Текст песни Slow Death of the Crowned Head - Wanderer

Fungal ringworm
Tinea capitis
Heavy weighs the crown
To stretch infected skin
Exposed sinews
Excrete the mold

Sweet to the taste
Rolling off of your tongue
Dripping down your fingers
Filling the vessel
Chirurgeon's part
Your own fault

Bowing down on all fours
Your forehead kisses the ground
Microscopic gnashing of teeth
Your eyes abate to stash it away
Formless being of unending wounds
Ripped apart decayed at the root