A Stench of Sage Songtext
von Cloud Rat

I am the worm that moves from page to page
Reaching for his arm, patched-up stripped sleeve
Steel spirals shine from their vests

This is madness
Pure darkness


Burning death-flies and contorted flesh
Looking from the line, they mumbled
Streams of steam tumble, drifting from our gums

A wish for the clouds
Pure harsh rain
I am the mixed menace
I am the half-bred whore

They didn′t ask for anything but our mothers forest floor