Wrathage

Ion Storm

Wrathage


Am I not your super hero 
Am I not your golden chain 
War fixation, I won the game 
Transmit this remedy 
Transmit this gain 

Prosperity - I'll came across you between the shades 
With superior blessings 
That apparently was holding the staff 
Of which blindness could foresee 

Trouble in the corridor 
Drained through the system of foundations, 
Dear in cruelty 
Simulating the opponent 
Well besmeared with toxic phlegm 

Let me lick you, frustrated joy 
A canyon of courage with soar feet 
A paradise in motion, 

Born without a scruple 
Could I please be left alone now 

In my hand I hold the science, of which 
Nothing can ever penetrate 
In my hand I hold the plague 
Where silence will proceed 
Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men, 
And with or without them in honor, just for fun 
I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen 

Substantial is the millenium 
And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement 
All for benefit of reluctant ideas 
Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after 
Is all that is between us 
As laughter is planted in mortal void 
And unwilling wisdom is abroad 

Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing 
And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger 
This stranger is a "place" for you to rest