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