Summon In Thunder - Himsa

Divine wind carries the care of creation’s hum

To live in punishment

A prosthetic arrogance-bewildered infinite

Wrath will touch thee when times strike trails

Left hand path beneath still waters so

Summon in thunder — howling down in vain

Dear departed flee the site slagged — damned

Run for the hills despite the cold neglect, my daunting

Depraving in a land of plenty

Thriving off the zealous degenerate

Glutton summon your prospect of irony

System overload spearheading the scamp

I, tormentor, will the crashing derelict