The I of Horus
I'm the weapon of your soul, you just dont know; it's the chaos that I control. When the time comes and you will see, be prepared, just do it for me. You can hear it coming, feel the tremors beneath your feet, you better save your tears for the ultimate defeat.
You're a bag of meat, a puppet with no control. You better watch what you do, for you reap what you sow. The colors hurt you and the angles attack. Up and down my spine, the sounds doth crack. Shattered to pieces, the verses and rhymes. I sing it to you untill the end of the times.
You're a bag of meat, a puppet with no control. You better watch what you do, for you reap what you sow. The colors hurt you and the angles attack. Up and down my spine, the sounds doth crack. Shattered to pieces, the verses and rhymes. I sing it to you untill the end of the times.