Hemn Be Rho Die Samen

Khere so dtl hemn be rho

Behind the line, the broken
Behind the fierce, the eye, stomach in mouth, mouth in the cold

Mene the scars
Mene the opaque
Inhale the skin when the lights fade to sick
And when they all fade to the worst and the worst not enough:
Kha ðie ghho rha kha ðie samen

Khere so, khere so...
Tarry fеces on our hands
And that cleft from our throat to the world
Hеmn be rho ðie samen

Shall I gather the dirt close to me and eat it all
Vomit it all up?
Ðie samen
The answer is drowned in that rotten flesh of mine

Khere so dtl hemn be rho
Drowned in that rotten flesh of mine
Khere so maun ðirhie dte
Ðe rhe zsom maenea ndra saud

From birth to the end of the line
From birth to the end of the line...
Cold the hole and the fall until sickness enfold
Call the fall and the hole until sickness unfold

I am the dirt and I am the throat and ðie samen saud