[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