Dead Dead Beat

Bow and bend I beat them fine To silver ghost powder They all lost heart And come a quiver Pale as a sheet From every stronghold hither To the dead dead beat Down son of man Take a stick One in the hand at hand Sun on Snake on the rock Sun on The shrouded land Have you come to lead From the pyramidal past a rod I have come to believe Wandering in the land of Nod You have no bars Here the mountains Divide the gods Thе devil has lost his phone Lock down the room Lеave no unturned stone From the niched facade As far is west is east Horus on the reed In holy fancy In holy fancy The dead death breathe O breath Into the slain The chant of all the fallen Life in the lie And the shame Of the dead dead beat In the name Whisper whisper O Magik fearer tell Metition rule Thy self Metition rule Take heed well To all the looks Leviathans hooks All the rock faces All that can be shaken is shook To the dead dead beat Dead dead beat