Bad omens, airs of evil.
Moths, ants, dust,
life is *****, gray.
Future without a future,
in the fates,
in the gall.
Air,
gray air,
gray trails,
death here,
here, there,
far from good,
bad omens.
The skies are sad,
life is dying,
monsters grow.
Everything is twisting,
sowing sad airs,
over there, the scythes.
the edges of evil at the ready.
We close our eyes,
to not see the void.
Announced shadows,
bad bitter paths,
everything smells of corruption.
walking to the catastrophe.
Voices of misery, bad air,
everything is burning, everything is ablaze,
burnt air, bad weather.
Everything leads to the precipice,
humanity is corroding,
bad omens in the abyss,
Insects bringing us signals,
bad times for everyone to live,
messages from dusty times.