STORM FRONT

consequences

Dark clouds approach foreboding the Devil’s Day

But I have known for some time and now the Sinner’s are gonna pay

The putrid taste of Blood still lingers in my mouth

It might as well be water because it’s just as thin contrary to what most will say

For a score I’ve been tormented by lost souls

And lets not forget that poor seed growing in the weeds – bad choices were made

All are into arrears to Satan for a sum that can never be re-paid

On the eve of atonement, there on the mountaintop I stand

In fire and fury with E’PEE in hand

One by one their hearts are seared without conscience, without mercy

Until to an uneasy rest their debts are laid

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

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