Plague Vendor
Neophron Percnopterus
What are you going to do?What are you going to say?As vultures are stillA thousand plagues have cursed these hillsIn a watch tower collapsed face rhinestone plated I’m illThe thousand fret sprayed loaded for decayOn this unholy morning on my death decadeI saw your headless king gallopingPale stallion changelingA black sand whale turned this desert into a seaThree men standing only one on his kneesPoison this tree with this last symphony
From Letras Mania