The Spell

The Spell - Killah Priest

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The candle burns next to a silver bowl, above that

A portrait of a killer known of formerly as a priest

Ceremony ceased tabernacle released

700 jackals loose in the streets

The ashes of his enemies blow under his feet

Thunder and sleet blow doors open, in the cathedral

The candles go out-the portrait open his mouth-spit

Apocalypse, dark mist drift past MCs with blood on their head

Sworn for the dead, spread the skies out like an endless table cloth

Chop ya legs both off, stable you in the navel with a pitchfork