Pantheon I Cyanide Storm
Only plague cursed on man, blackened thorn
The drug of the Gods, Cyanide Storm
A burning thought, twisted and torn
Murder redefined, Cyanide Storm
Sickening experiments in the horizon
Through the eyes of the deceived
Witness the horror embalmed in chaos
As swept across their blinded beliefs
As storms feed upon infernal cries
A revelation by fools, formed by lies
Lack of oxygen, strangled reality
Foes believe the deranged deformity
Dreamlike visions carried by the wind
Embraced in silence from a twisted sin
Legions of cyanide, crown of thorns
Paralyzed from reality by chaos storms
Only plague cursed on man, blackened thorn
The drug of the Gods, Cyanide Storm
A burning thought, twisted and torn
Murder redefined, Cyanide Storm
