Cifercrossing

Rising up, Rising up, Objurgate the supreme deity, Casting stones at the glass castle of penalty, Feeling out the lightlessness in perdition, Eyes and mouth mended with goatskin, In the murkiness of blackened Greek fire, Bound in the blood of a lira’s price, sire, 30 pieces for a Crown of Hordes, Burning the bread of a woodworker, On my knees, with a zealous candor, Master (Incoherent Bullshit) Written by: Ryan Spurlock Song: Objurgate Musical group: Multiverse Strings location : SoundCloud