Rich filth,… that from which nations amass wealth Your existence, a fuel to the beasts of men. From you births the many substances that drives the nations Father to momentous wars and mother nature‘s ebb and destruction.
Refined and used, you belch abuse into Gaya‘s atmosphere, … yet we would seek you out and bring forth your flare to air from land and sea. O woe is man for drawing earth‘s blackblood and making of it a demigod. They kill, steal and lie only to have control over the land from which you are bred.
Energy from the relics, Power and Poison …, A wicked jewel that I would rather name “the devil’s piss“, I pray our addiction will not rest with you forever! But until pigs fly I for Gaya will shed my tears, as man’s lust for you is unending… For what are we without our fill of “Texas tea“?
Energy from the relics,
Festival King 