Parturient grovenBodies swing amidst fallen greennWives, Sciens mass felo-de-senBlows unbridled, Warriors sans blood kinnCocytus awaitsnFreshly dead drifts from prior livesnYet link to Seediq holdsnWarriors sans conscience, death machinesnImmersed souls innNether stew seethe restlesslynghostly motionnhindered by malodorousnessnPrimeval woods blazenSouls drop onto netherworld whlenTheir corpses hang, rain-whippednHell's doors open, gladly waitingnBarren wind robs memorynWhereabouts for burial in HellnSpirits gathered, Face emblems gleaming,nurged by force unseennSeptic river boilsnSpecters swims alongnMutant creaturesnDecayed limbs and bloated fleshnEntrapped, alone, hurried, aimlessnConfounded to mind, disassemblednSpirits, mindless, decived, chopped offnConsumed as corporeal disintegratesnAncestors' Bridge spansnBetwixt this world and the nextnSouls journey in itsnShadow, steps resolutenTribe masks gleam red-wetnSkin illuminationsnSeediq BalenA race apart, eternally bravenSkies breath rivers fan out, unfurlsnFaraway call for Seediq soulsnWinds blow, swirling souls loose,nstaying dreams, Ancient canopy shelters