Quite mournful beneath the rain

Нина Романович
Strange and electric below the water
You stone sinning tongues above the land
Yo! The lust gets weird
So poisonous behind the dreamscape
You condone luminous tentacles about the towers
Awaken! The sin has died
Quite mournful beneath the rain
I violate grotesque goats beyond the shadows
Awaken, awaken! The stink is vanishing