Thick Iron Fog

A pair of dogged decrepit poles Normality rapidly eroding A lightning rod under Zeus' throne Fail the facade I am ever growing If they had wanted to see me thrive They would have given me cold elysian If they had wanted to see me die They would have treated me barely different Thick iron fog keeps down the god Fear that the clearing proves me wrong Have you ever felt a spine Do you know what it is to ask for what you need Let me wash my communion clean Let me feel what its like to have a truth machine Far from tepid shores The legion's under water Plead the cannon fodder forgive us Blade of sour souls Cleave these rotten hours Name me king of power Pay my toll