The Apothecary Lyrics


Killing the demons, a typical spell

Proportions of death in time I will tell

Running the gamut this hell has begun and with it I fall

Telepathy wins all!

Telepathy wins all!

Senseless devotions, your soul is mine

worth nothing to no one your world is benign

If given the chance, if given the smarts

I'd climb down your throat and rip you apart

So we begin

Omega storm!

Omega storm!

Enchant their rights!

Enchant their rights!