Coven of the Ultra-Riff
Narrow eyes gazing up towards the sun The climb towards the loudness has scarce begun He treads the grass at the foot with magnetic boots Electrical currents surging wildly among the roots Eagles far and high lust for his madness Distorted shrieks ring out at the Mountains of Loudness He will never reach the top ‘cause it can’t never be done For every single summit there’s a higher one Mountain mountain, bring me up, make me high Mountain mountain, bring mе up, make me high Feed my flesh to thе birds My spirit to the sky Mountain mountain, bring me up, make me high Mountain mountain, bring me up, make me high Feed my flesh to the birds My spirit to the sky
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
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Dead children stacked in the abyss of my pipe I use their dreams for kindling when I set them alight Smoking their ghost fill my soul with their sorrow Exhaled in the void, their hopes for tomorrow Dear mothers my gratitude for your treasure Bone fume high, your future burns for my pleasure Hang them up by the neck dry them out in the wind Snap bones off like twigs, burn sweet marrow within Everyone’s gonna fade away one day No need for patience, send them right my way Nothing to be gained from getting old Happiness is sorrow for a dying soul Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Forever fog runs through my veins I cure my drug in the summer rain Then light it up with the heat from the sun I’ve been addicted since life begun
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026