Serums of Liao
Desmond Wayne Kensel, Jeff Paul Matz, Matthew Lance Pike
Drug of days, time malaise
Shape taken enters the line
Ceremony ingest a poisonous fate
Know to time
Alchemy, black lotus ferment
Is carried afoot
Betwixt among relatives
Hiding a past that's a fold and aloof
Be thy eyes ancestors reign
Past attune and paravased
Serum drunk reflect and chased
Bloodline trip enters their graves
Priestess of a timeless cup
The taker has looked through old eyes
To see why of religion's course
My brothers path goes so wide
Killers maze, the holy's rage
Dreaded down under its size
Spirits tread, the lives gone dead
A risk to expose my face, my demise
Be thy eyes ancestors reign
Past attune and paravased
Serum drunk reflect and chased
Bloodline trip enters their graves
In the winds of time blowing on
Of the hourglass Balteazeen