The Phantom Menace (The Tribe of Levi)

[the Draç]

The Prince of Air regulates sound.

With ears that perk, Sols then bound.

What's reaped is sown, and what is lost is found.

Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Krusty the Klown.

Necromancy woes, the dead lights arise.

Back from Hell, and turned into a good guy.

What lies beneath, the spirits that lie.

What a relief, let out a overdue sigh.

Asiatic Blood, it runs through my veins.

Not schizophrenia but all together sane.

What's insane is brought to the light, then ignites.

An Orion Naga black as night.

Vampiric bites, the Gemeni, the twin.

9/11 terrorist attacks, let the games then begin.

A Vulture that flies and picks at the deceased.

Leviathan rinses Sols then repeats.

Opposite of creep, a Wolf that sleeps...

Amongst the sheep, splits the sea that seeps.

Surrounded by Stars, the pain isn't cheap.

The Bottomless Pit, in which, the Mark of the Beast!