DunNgeon Keeper
|
|
(Olds, AB)
Desire my fire, spread bass throughout my soul. And Higher the wire, the more I dropped it low.
Within the DunNgeon, rimmed with wind storm, a great black wrath of infinite math spat dubstep into form.
There lied the Keeper, collecting precious sounds, each one could play but for the rule of bass and love and stronger tones.
And therein rose vast wonders, subwoofs to be seen, fathered from the plundered reflections of reality.
Massive into nightmare, the Keepers place was set, such heavy go hard, that absent, marred the dance floor with their theft.
Desire, my flyer, spread bass throughout their souls, and higher, their fire, the more I kept it low....
I swept Cruel seas, on the galley of the DunNgeon of death, Followed in fugue through the crack of doom
I set regime In the galley of the DunNgeon of death...
Down dub steps of history, I waged a war with music,
But I could not see, Beyond My heaviest fantasies....
Basslines in raiments, As pure as coal, Taking their payments, In bass fueled mortal souls
A bold direction, The abyss edge, But on cold reflection, One the Keeper warmed to nonetheless...