of the final war at hand Mouth of plague inhaling demise of peace Procession in cold blood Cursed hands of condemned Desolate waking loss of breath casting
[Part I: Cast of Shadows] Those who cast a blanket Of perpetual dusk Those purveyors of vile, black mystery Those cults of the arcane Speakers of murky
skull get your lungs full Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack Is hard as stone alone, it's always
: If you have not a fault Then you cast the first stone Perfect man is not So leave us alone Harsh reality Self righteous holocaust Kill those who don