Magick at its' finest, at the top of the peak.
God is everything, after we seek.
To reap those souls, it was bought with blood.
Starting a fire after two sticks were rubbed.
Shoulder shrug what's tough, the Pa Taal is what I rep.
The eagle swoops down with great finesse.
To be blessed, is to fight, the Morning Star that's bright.
Lighting up the sky, after the fire, then ignite.
Enlight the soul, we're paid in gold.
The black market woes, with everything that sold.
Use to be cold, now smouldering like a rock.
The goal is to find how to be up on top.
Flying high with wonder, how I came through.
Celebrating while drinking a nice cold brew.
Our message to you, is to find what's right.
Itching for knowledge, like a bug bite.
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