The Ripening

We Grow In Your Blood and Soil / Nothing To Lose But Your Chains

Lines Scratched in Dirt / The Very Verge of Remembrance

Your Miserable Life Filled With Pleasures / A Pile of The Living

The Blazing White Light of Truth-God-Death / Blooms Erupting Where Once Their Faces Were

This Machine Kills Fascists / Nailed Alive To The Wall

Your Towers Fell Like Rotted Logs / Down, Down, Down

A Black Throne At The Centre Of Infinity / I Cut Off Their Hands, I Burned Them With Fire

The Worm and the Butterfly / Where It All Began

Spasms of Black Bile / Let Them Hate, As Long As They Are Afraid

The Myconoclast / We Grow in Your Blood and Soil