Scud Babylon I

Cain Reversal II The blood must be re-claimed from the soil With the heavy bodies bent with lust and toil Each rivening day strifing the rule of the garden The mohammedans straking for some pardon Not for themselves or all alone under banished sky For all the abandoned who look forward to die Nothing so simple as an unwanted blessing A mercenary corp of doctors or hessians The great stock of whisky, a limited edition A dusty tome of Aristotle and keen erudition Prophetic Angel, Skytree, the verse of Gibran Oracle of Day, Holy Moses, rocket of Kahlil We go to the New Stars, Heavens Reverse All foretold and Pointed, Reverse Engineered The Worlds Prepared Before and Inhabited Too Nothing left to Starve or Bewitch from the Dew Unfathomable Promise, Time without End, The Count of Sand or Heather and Mountains Portend