He Rides the Skies - Big Dumb Face

Florin Shordo, thy soaring sins

Made manifest and foul

Consuming newborn babies feet

His insides slither through the meat

He rode the organ splitter madly

Cross his path it will go badly

His heart is made of worms and bees

You can feel him coming on the breeze

Wind doth rot

The horror feeds

Ammonia’s stinging smell

Clouds of flies and fecal spray

Direct to you from Hell

He rides the skies on the Son of Man’s

Decapitated torso

He drinks the blood as he defecates

Inside Duke Lion’s neck hole

Abyssal eyes, King of the flies

His brimstone bones are greased

A mass of maggots eat his brain

But that’s OK because he’s deceased

Pitch black skin, a lizard’s grin

Upon his toothless gaping jaws

His serrated horns: a set of supernatural saws

Wind doth rot

The horror feeds

Ammonia’s stinging smell

Clouds of flies and fecal spray

Direct to you from Hell

He rides the skies on the Son of Man’s

Decapitated torso

He drinks the blood as he defecates

Inside Duke Lion’s neck hole

He’s Florin Shordo

He rides again

He’s come to get you and all your friends

You’ll see him flying so high above

Swallowing souls of the ones you love

You shan’t ever greet him

If you ever meet him

Because you’re just meat to him

He rides the skies on the Son of Man’s

Decapitated torso

He drinks the blood as he defecates

Inside Duke Lion’s neck hole