forth from here to aanother world of sand I am a messenger of death black, white have no taste on rusted scythes blade the sickest horror known to mankind testimony just like a trail of fire ants feasting on ruins once the storm has passed only rooms left for laments and for jackals no time to die messenger to a foreign god sacrifice is done and the ocean will mourn in pain sacrifice done before manoel can touch the land die! because the living, theyre not from this world suffocated with laments of war Im the one that carries cries desolation in me traitor white man your fat is black, now allowed I am you head will roll he who dwells in solitude can see... it all! only the man who loves nothing and carries dry, sad land inside trusting no one will become king, second only to solitude eternal and thirst trust no one rise to the moon to unite with snow eternal the fathers born of ice and snowflakes that melt with sand oh, for my heart, for my hearts dried I am imprisoned trust no one come to me, strangler
messenger, lament, manoel, aanother, solitude