Children of the Fog

Lyrics

[Chorus] We are The Children of The Fog From the shattered ruins of Babylon We are The Children of The Fog From the calluses of a vengeful god [Verse 1: Sean Strange] We got children on the corner, bangin', lettin' off the heat We put a bullet in your frame and now you're dead all on the street They comin' out the fog to wage war on your god with The Devil on their mind Kill 'em all, shake it hard in the pit Break your grill and let the blood drip down Thе Wolf dominant, the type of shit I fuck with now Sean Michaеl, forever preach the code of the creep It only took one look for me to know that you're weak A technician with the pen, Joe Pesci in neck With heavy metal death rap penetratin' your flesh I'm from a borough where a Prodigy record will turn you to a felon And if you talkin' to a cop we shoot into your melon And then you gettin' outlined in the chalk I brought the eulogy, now cue the beat, retire your corpse Now gather round for the ritual, the vision the pain Everything is Nah Bro, my whole clique, we insane [Pre-Chorus] Evaporating the sands of time, cultivating this paradigm Nocturnal divinity, darkness reigns eternally [Chorus] We are The Children of The Fog From the shattered ruins of Babylon We are The Children of The Fog From the calluses of a vengeful god [Verse 2: Insane Poetry] You see I'm rollin' with The Children of The Fog I wrote it on a script, they revealed it in a blog I concealed it in the raw then distribute it abroad I got that burning bush of fire like you hearing it from God You 'bout to get dismembered with a saw In a boobytrap of pain as nails enter in your jaw This The Cenobites from Hell, we're involved Hear the call of the wild, lyrically skin 'em all My poetry is written drenched in the hell we bring Bloody scriptures of terror, we are impaling kings Kill 'em all on the mic is what The Devil sings A symphony of death is what the parrot sings See I come from the seed of a vengeful god So I have this need to watch you bleed in a synagogue IP, I am the master of these graphic poems Risen from the catacombs, we have come to bash your bones [Pre-Chorus] Evaporating the sands of time, cultivating this paradigm Nocturnal divinity, darkness reigns eternally [Chorus] We are The Children of The Fog From the shattered ruins of Babylon We are The Children of The Fog From the calluses of a vengeful god [Chorus] We are The Children of The Fog From the shattered ruins of Babylon We are The Children of The Fog From the calluses of a vengeful god