9 acessos
Hear your child!
Born of a voice untimely
The echo of men's ordure
Dropped in a wood consciously.
Nurturers!
What do you want from me??
I shall bring thee to honour
When thou dost embrace me.
"Bringest me my due" as thou sayest
I will not bring it to thee!
Ask me not, what thou canst not learn from me.
I am she who reflects unto thee!
I am deception
I deceive and weave
Thoth-out-thoth
I whet and excite heresies
Thoth-out-thoth
"Bringest me my due" as thou sayest
I will not bring it to thee!
Ask me not, for thou canst not learn from me.
I am she who reflects unto thee!
Slithering...
Towards a lonely logic truth
I cause you unworthy to scatter and fall
I shall bring you a well deserve misery!
Yk nerxiarxin mahathallah!
Thus spoke machaloth