Divine wind carries the care of creation's hum To live in punishment A prosthetic arrogance-bewildered infinite Wrath will touch thee when times strike trails Left hand path beneath still waters so ♪ Summon in thunder - howling down in vain Dear departed flee the site slagged - damned Run for the hills despite the cold neglect, my daunting Depraving in a land of plenty Thriving off the zealous degenerate Glutton summon your prospect of irony System overload spearheading the scamp I, tormentor, will the crashing derelict By emo_kid