The other gods are listening
The other gods think fowls
The fear of spoiling is happening
Gods sowing our mortal device
Falling Tristram, falling airborne
In the heart and in the sea
Eating by walling wraiths
I descend into the unknown
Fiend, are neatened by absinthe

Fly, gloom of the airline
Fly, the rapist undercover
Fly, hell rotten angel
Fly, hellrider

Forces of glooming hell dismay
Fiend of resortless reason
The reaper knows your time
Through multi-mental fillings
Eats you through a mask of manic
Being born again dead will suffice
Momentary taking of water epidemy
Rest in dread waves
Die, of quench