IRC-Galleria

All the prophets and the gods came prepared for theirs
So we dine on divine of the mind impaired
Preaching werewolf prayers on a nightly flight
It's taken all we ate in the pale moonlight
Feel the urge of the power surge connect us all
Bringing kingdoms under siege with the words that i control

Speaking testaments in our secret dialogue
While the drones begin to feast on the feces of the hog
Walk in the wilderness of the mind
Soul decides to die and leave infinity behind