Oranssi Pazuzu reik maisemassa

I poke holes in the landscape with a knife
Glutinous sounds pour out of the tree
Voices rise
From shadows to creatures
Creatures to trees
Trees spaces you can dive into
A Hole In The Landscape
I stab holes into the landscape
From the holes pour sticky voices
The Voices ascend
From shadows to figures
From figures to trees
From trees to spaces you can dive into