(Petrified in the) Hypogean Gaol Songtext
von Cryptic Shift

Blastoff from the moonless domain
Orbiting the moon-based hills overhead
A nuclear core ignites and consumes
The exitway of the lifeless instant
Eternally out
Years peeling out
The neutralizer is unaffected
A burnt-in escape pod, the rotting monster
From the oxygen-oil-ed compost dump
The core explodes with fog of a fume
Decorated with lead in the core
Older elements in dense muck
Nuclear flows of this alien world
Gliding over the soil, into the soil
The hypocrite scabbard of the land
A rotting field, a casket of disease
A spurious offering, a cyst from the ground
It′s scurvy on the inside
Spitting, knocking
The perennial quest


Tribal clans, the look of honest horror
A razor sharp scythe, earth beneath, miles of wood
The heaping deep, a cumulative earth
A two patch, a leafy stunted earth
Grand surface, a slight new adversary
On the east, from the side points in
Gall
A rigid transverse, the impudence
Through divine emanation
A petrified, erupting dormancy
A decay within a geosity
Upon painted waters
The mist is the ceiling, the conconuts splatter
Vanquished by the moon-based shrapnel
A cold transformation
Inflamed, the earth starts to melt as a boiling
An astral conflagration
The last matter is hugging
The rotting, missing soil
A cystic marrow falls
A scalding still curl
A blistering smell from the front aisle
A hysteric dying type of flesh
A spastic corpse
A bituminous sedative