Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken
With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause
Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet
My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark
Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimonyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.