Toneweaver: Augusta, GA's finest heaviest.
Lyrics
Once, and many times before there was a man out on a ledge in space
Found, a way to bring the lost to a shell thought spent
Now, I find myself here with a plan in a way
Here is a word; you must return as I say:
RISE
There are many ways, you see, to make you take another breath
One I chose among the rest, a certain spell of zombie death
Learned a way around I have a golden rhyme to speak to you
Killed for what you did, you now deserve a life of servitude
RISE
