Open the view of yet another moat: The tale from sowers of scandal, the tale from sowers of schism Is the tale from wounds and blood Thru black air comes along a smooth tongued talker With his tongue hacked from his throat There's a headless trunk that keeps running By the hair it swings the severed head Sower of scandal, doomed to bear his brain cleft from the trunk Sowers of schism ripped open from chin to breast The measure of the offence is measured to the offender Sowers of schism ripped open from chin to breast The measure of the offence is measured to the offender Sowers of schism ripped open from chin to breast Breast split open, face split open! See how I rend myself! Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni