Ancient Magus, wielding power of death
With the blood of sluts
Slips between planes of reality
Slaughtering Heaven's mutts
Worshipping at the darkest altar of
The seven-tongued son of a bitch
The imprecations and pills
Compel us to make poor choices
It's when you've lost
All sense of dignity
He'll wrest control of your precious bits
To fuel his slam page
Blindly led into fires
Of macabre solutions
Pandering all that's been stepped on
And breaking their constitution
When the sun fails to rise
The horrors of cocaine-binge necromancy become real
Too fast for too long
The forsaken toll of bells rung umpteen times
Loathe him as he cleaves through a harlot wave
Behold, The Despoiler!
Absorbed in the their pitiful hate
He has come to pulverize and rape
Worshipping at the darkest altar of
The seven-tongued son of a bitch
The imprecations and pills
Compel us to make poor choices
It's when you've lost
All sense of dignity
He'll wrest control of your precious bits
To fuel his slam page
Beckon the Necrocodone
Opiates from the grave