Pestilent Star

I am the astral son
I am the call to arms
I am the blanket of death between the moon and the stars

I'm a werewolf, baby
The vampire man
I am the thing you started and the floor that you will land

I am the missing teeth
I am the whip machine
I am the missing corpse and every vacant in between

I'm a hail of bullets
I'm a perfect storm
Without you and within me, never dead and never born

I am your scarlet fever
I ain't no common flu
I'm the pandemic, baby, I will do what devils do

If it's cold and blue
That's what makes it true
I am the god without a god, best be damn sure I will see it through