SULFUR OF HELL

Social isolation.

Symptoms of depression.

No mood, no motivation.

Lack of initiation.

A result of brain injury structured and uncluttered by peristalsis.

Your loss of reduction intermittent.

Paralytic, insufficiency.

Suffocated by the spread of fear. Internal bleeding lets you know your end is near.

Schizophrenic from the blunt force trauma, morbific on a cyclorama.

Episodica, hereditaria, your body’s your weakness.

Failing of strength, leave no stone unturned, my armada is approaching in the deep end.

I’ll show you knights where to hang your armor.

I’ll show you knights where to hang your armor.

You never thought that it would end like this.

You’ll be the one to have to bear these chains.

Live by the sword, live by the sword.

Die by the sword, die by the sword.

By the sword…

Bring the fire and brimstone, sulfur in solidified state.

Assault inability to awake from traumatic pain.

Medieval structures sail the sea, set-piece battles on a famous siege.

Accompanied nausea nausea-baring intensity from all my infantry.

Vision disturbance from a fracture, you can’t recall the hit or fall.

Systematic phase a glaze in your eye, loss of judgement your mind’s in a fog.

You had a crown of gold, now there’s nothing to hold, all my victims turn to stone.

You can’t stand the light obscure noises, sulfur of hell you’ve been dethroned. Dethroned…

Forms of warfare. 

Annihilate the core.

Measured in hundreds, we wear the uniform.

Moment of conflict, push through the breach. 

Tactical blunders, right at your feet! 

If your Teutonic order in this battle engages it’ll be dismantled.

After the hour blood has been drawn remark both sides are brave and fair.

The deed was done and not on who won. We cheer for those in this victory.

We pray for none, keep a thousand-yard stare in case another war is declared.

Live by the sword, live by the sword.

Die by the sword, die by the sword.

By the sword.