Wenona
Thursday, January 3rd, 2008Here, in the dark of the silent tomb,
Where Wenona lies,
Fog and Fear in the air of the room,
And in her bottomless eyes.
Though she is glad of beeing here,
Voice in the trembling tone,
Don’t be afraid of wires, my dear,
Here you’re not alone.
Tortured and bound, you, dirty pork
Begging in crazy rave.
Silence! The Master will do his work,
Now you will feel the wave..