Serums of Liao - High On Fire

Drug of days, time malaise

Shape taken enters the line

Ceremony ingest a poisonous fate

Know to time

Alchemy, black lotus ferment

Is carried afoot

Betwixt among relatives

Hiding a past that’s a fold and aloof

Be thy eyes ancestors reign

Past attune and paravased

Serum drunk reflect and chased

Bloodline trip enters their graves

Priestess of a timeless cup

The taker has looked through old eyes

To see why of religion’s course

My brothers path goes so wide

Killers maze, the holy’s rage

Dreaded down under its size

Spirits tread, the lives gone dead

A risk to expose my face, my demise

Be thy eyes ancestors reign

Past attune and paravased

Serum drunk reflect and chased

Bloodline trip enters their graves

In the winds of time blowing on

Of the hourglass Balteazeen