Word wielder of truth and great renown The spitting image of a thousandfold denial Are you waging warfare here By the ashes n bones of what you see? See… the sacrilege isn’t you digging the soil But the exhibit – over used and abused By the little ones who all claim the throne With a cruel tool that tears the rift apart
And now by the sign of the certain sacrifice Little crooked bad beings with envious eyes Are finding their serpent souls In the shallow certified throes Of those to come undone All revel in the flesh so freshly cut From all them bare bones barely bought Still ripped and taught by the true fire Crossed and pissed and devoured
The “menace” roars The “menace” cries Adrift together in tantric fires From an age gone sour Devoured in an instant and final hour
Oh to be the one when the time has come To usurp that rule – Have you undone!
True to those of callous souls Are you all but born to what’s foretold In old parental tomes? Torn in unopposed gullible homes Another one cloaked in predated attire Secondhand smoking in the fire Turning tricks that sticks to well Practiced grand designs
Mimic and shadow of the great divide Come! I’ll lead you thru this cleansing fire
And if not for what’s inside that mine At least to track down the crooks Bent on pantomime
A fine day for a cleansing of the lines A fine day celebrating in the dark
The grand theology The day that cannot be Belied – Derived from tides of ruthless pantomime Go forth thru blood and fire Knee deep, never tire Be warned, deformed old relics of Everscorned So mimic of the great divide… I’ll lead you thru this cleansing fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.