Gangster vibes with pyramid lore,
and Babylon babbles on forevermore.
Steel fists made of aluminum,
images of strength drunk on rum.
Take a moment to survey the crowd,
my reflection casts an awkward glance.
The eyes on pyramids seem to stand proud,
giving nothing but a coward's chance.
Take the helmet, the helmet of Hades;
disappear beneath as bodies drop.
Talons fly but see you not,
talons fly but see you not.
Acrid smoke clouds their red-veined eyes,
talons fly until they rot.