Into the smoke the parties begun
dig down deep
discover a new kind of fun
the voice behind the wall throws you a call
air so cold and then it gets hot
moving around you a tiger looks back
is that the khan that's keeping track
pale dead eyes
flesh putrid and gray
once life like the lamb
a sacrifice will be made
licking his lips look inside
into nothing
no where to hide
left hand raised
is that a horn on the ear
it's almost day
sun will rise
you might not see it trough the haze
it's always there
Hear the bray
wolf gang call
the trickle of the sacred stream
theuerb
a conversation inside a song
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