[Verse 1: DZK] I was born beneath the sign of the lion At a time when according to sources aligned with the cypress The morning was silenced, storms arose and so forth rain poured The lightning was violent, my mother struggled with nightmares Warned of a tyrant spawning inside of her, more like a virus But fortune was smiling, orphans were migrant, for abortion Was scorned by the formerly righteous – born in the womb I slept the first tomb of the titan who crept Back into life ignoring d**h, defiant My essence stretches to the heavens like pine scent I've been blessed since before primordial slime dripped Lured into worship to serve a divine myth but I sit unnerved On the curb with a sign split, herds of sheep sweep curve through my eyelids Down inclines that turn and wind like the Tigress while on the horizon I spy them fighting with grips, thorny vines to survive the dire pits Where fire spits at the heels of squealing pigs as the swine Pretend to admire their new environment I've been sworn to a**ignment By swordsmen riding upon horses, these four men deformed were frightening But formed to enlighten those torn between life and both corpses purported by the Bible, my rivals