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= Rite of the 13 Tribes =

bending, twisting, through a mind
who never lost the strength of time
formless angels contradict
this static chaos bent to kiss
a rose, a thorn
and in the morn a'twen the cries
turn my world, my love, to lies

And with that gaze of ancient eyes
let the roaring ocean rise
over the shores and through the ice
unhidden treasures with unhidden price
to touch upon her secret coast
cascading, I, drown an oily moat
swirling round the bones of old
whose sailors met end at these walls untold

Roaring, Thundering, Waves of power
by the shore doth rise her tower
And on this ocean point she stands
hard against the water
'tis I who spray to mist upon
the face of God's young daughter
and as she clears her eyes of sea
what permeates is the fragrance of me
never lost to the lies of Thee
i flow with the Water to the roots of her tree
feeding, planting, what is to be
beyond the void our love resides
coiling through the vortex of time
pestilant residue of wisdom and wine
burning the eyes of our only line
made crime through the centuries
of earthly demise...
As the herds gathered shepherds
to feed them with guise
As minds gathered walls
behind which to hide

And with this gaze of ancient eyes
we shatter with storm this earthly demise
And from this womb with ancient rite
we call once more the Thirteen Tribes

Pestilence
10-10-1999aD
As According to Our Perverted Uncle Greg

 

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