Pronate (Funeral Song)

#occultshxt #pronate #funeralsong #corpses #espial A rope's looking choice But a knife, will suffice For a life to transpire From alive A lightless lighthouse And arise if I chant the right Dark spell A bite of the heart With some lime And some art work Spark of life It's aligned at the start SURE I pick Who to grind Bones to dust and pow DER Nephilim I'm a giant I devou RR I'll pluck you a Tarot In reverse It's the TOW-ER Everything you've built And known and All that may SURROUND YA all comes crashing down I plant explosives at the ground girth And what escape may happen I'm prepared and fit to gouge, sir What emerge gets a SCAL PEL There is no Turning BACK Ward(/WORD!) Death.and his. Black birds I never rest, heard? I'm well invest ED you could say that I'm not all the right Up in my head space The contrary I think So far ahead You're dead for. Pete's sake I'll travel to the next and calculate My. Needed keepsakes And open up the crypt of who I see fit It's a re Wake Checking out the corpses All friends donate Twist a limb like a corkscrew *cracks knuckles* Pronate.