cloudrecluse(prod. by axphykz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verses:  zodd the immortal

hook:  sea/swordz  (pronounced: sea of swordz)


prod. by axphykz



verse 1: [zodd the immortal]


individuals in the warzone
seem different postmortem
corpses turn cold
in close quarters
the ghosts of soldiers

mourn at the morgue
with no one to hold ‘em
advance growth
from enhanced radioactive organs
split an atom
at the crack of eve
catch a glimpse of phantoms
you hear the distant laughs
but they don’t eclipse the madness
galactic swordsman
flash forward
in an instant
fast
to a past aura that disenchants

you could have had me killed
but you missed the chance
now you die
by my wicked glance
sun i’m sick of man
i’m just sick of man




hook: [sea/swordz] (pronounced: sea of swordz)


fuck these humans
they must CRASH
into the maelström
tumble in their own private hell
crumbs of a future
that will never take form
COMBUST!NG acorn
drowning in the dust
of an innate sword




verse 2: [zodd the immortal]


alien slime
covered the sarcophagus

glock some covert operatives
it was a time so marvelous
the carvings on the graves
started sparkling ominous
stars were sparking
in a lost abyss
there’s nowhere to hide
with this profoundedness
heads in the clouds
i’m surrounded in
traveled through graves
for days
just to get to my maze
there’s no way
of finding my dungeonous cave

how could you even enter

monsters are afraid
it’s not even late night
early dawn
vampires floating in daylight

you won’t turn
you decay from these bites
these fangs eat the light
out of darkness
ignite a flame
and catch flight
unidentified flying saucer
flying awkward high
the night watcher
midnight beanstalker
machines weaving dreams
for a grey market
soul sold for a harvest
human brains aren’t worth much
there is no profit
so i stick to reaping souls
and wreaking carnage
cats is weak
they can’t even keep a pinky promise




hook: [sea/swordz] (pronounced: sea of swordz)


fuck these humans
they must CRASH
into the maelström
tumble in their own private hell
crumbs of a future
that will never take form
COMBUST!NG acorn
drowning in the dust
of an innate sword