Songtext von Forebode

Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony