Maat Mons' Fume Lyrics

Let the strobing obsidian hole
Invite that escapes within
For inside this magnanimous magma
Lies a dear and close red veil that disorients all men
Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind
Our gladly lead into these precarious red mines
Ah, yes, this plenum shall swallow up
the deepest, weakest and foulest of us

Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind…
Enter Our Mines
Ah, Yes, up…
The Deepest weakest and foulest of us

Fetid foul upon Sullied Jowls
Endlessly propagate!
We send gifts from afar
Now, Giant Red Tomb Agitate!

Delivery Transcend:
We whiff the claustrophobic smoke
Grandiosity perfumes:
We blend with putrid & looming fumes

Of heinous edges that ensnare so sharp
With Encrusted loins of venom scattered askew
Ye! A ripe mine
A most nefarious assuming Tomb

Of heinous edges that ensnare so sharp
With Encrusted loins of venom scattered askew
Ye! A ripe mine
This is our Maat Mons’ Tomb

Wretched fellows:
We guide to the despicable & malodorous tomb