[00:14.220]Ad libitum[00:29.120]In the rhythm of the hammers the large vessel sinks,[00:44.360]while the bodies struggle, chained by their desires.[01:13.160]The seed of the beasts, mingled with their blood like a black liquid manure milk,[01:28.100]swallows their bodies and their reminiscences of empires.[01:51.230]In jubilation the barbarians have broken up the writing and the wizard 's books.[02:20.250]The wounded mire swarms and pours out, in search of its angels.[02:49.590]The skin of their dreams is wrinkled, soiled by the work of despair.[03:12.360]In the rhythm of the hammers the large vessel sinks,[03:19.320]while the bodies struggle, chained by their desires.[03:30.250]The wounded mire swarms and pours out, in search of its angels.[03:38.100]The skin of their dreams is wrinkled, soiled by the work of despair.