The "Grey" Template

[Heth "Ink" Ordo]

Sirian woes and Orion doubts.

Starting at the bottom we then begin to shout.

Reptilian green, thin like lean.

Turn a blind eye to black matter that's seen.

Ridicule blows, shoot with the bow.

Sins we swallow, we reap what we sow.

Elevate mass, the black hole our abode.

Lucifer's Rebellion, the Earth to and fro.

Snape, crackle, pop, our blood is royal.

Triads from Li, together we're loyal.

Rise to the top, our eyes then open.

Far from fear, our throat chakra choking.