Gates of fire, I punish the stoned
Hear the death, the bong makes the light
The topic never centers a lie, my stone simulation - wine
Hear them cry, burning in my mind
The sealed protection rules my head
Oh my lord I feel thy light, now the darkness, gone
Sons of the undead, the thieves bring the sailed
Slow forever, I'm finding the bong
Hear the death, the bong makes the light
The topic never centers a lie, my stone simulation - wine
Hear them cry, burning in my mind
The sealed protection rules my head
Oh my lord I feel thy light, now the darkness, gone
Sons of the undead, the thieves bring the sailed
Slow forever, I'm finding the bong
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