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
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