Lyrics: Mac Smith
Music: Beau Tilley/Zed Kelley
Marked with vision, he’s warned with dismay,
Ketor foretelling a fate o’ so gray.
Uzil RAAM, you won’t live through this crusade,
The destiny that awaits you will see that you’re slain.
Intertwined in the life-and-death absurdity,
Dismissing intuition through postural hilarity.
Uzil RAAM, you won’t survive this campaign,
Your future will shadow a vantablack domain!
Seeking recognition!
Salient with poise and capability,
Slighting the fate of what soon would become.
Epitome of demonstrability,
The bending of wills for what soon must be done.
Conquering a world of perversity,
Slighting the fate of what soon would become.
Hallowed provocation with no regard for predestination.
A mortal sentence that is nothing of imagination.
Reconciling in complacency of domination,
Forewarned of certain demise with apathetic condemnation.
An Uzil on the attack,
His future enshrouded in void vantablack.
Seeking recognition of servitude and scum,
Ketor warning of what will soon become.
Prophecy foretelling of a fate o’ so evergrey,
A longing vision Ketor warns in disarray.
Determined delusion!
Reconciling in complacency of domination,
Forewarned of certain demise with apathetic condemnation.
An Uzil on the attack,
His future enshrouded in void vantablack.