Lyrics Refinement of the Mould - Who Dies in Siberian Slush

Refinement of the Mould

Once I woke up and realized…
Something is wrong, I’m terrified…
Fright thrilled my body, through it has run…
I touched myself and I have found —
That pale spot on my forearm…
With icy horror it was spread…
Friable structure that spot had…
And mouldly web amidst the spot —
That loathsome lace of pallid rot…
My nerves were strained in awful pain…
Gazing at (the) spot that grew again…
I’ve crossed the wall which leads behind…
I plunged asleep thus I was wound…
I went astray amidst the swamps
Amidst that haze, in filth alone…
I screamed for help being lost in bogs…
For some one close in… murky fogs…
Awoke in horror, terrified —
Completely covered with decay mould…
Like musty cheese, like rotting tree…
I yield with terror — flame for me!!!
Be purified!
In flames I cried…
Flames, clean my skin, Fire, scorch my fright!
Flame was my part, I was in Fire!
I’m burning now… I’m purified!