Abel Streeter
Hide not for the tide always finds what it seeks!
Hide not for the tide always finds what it seeks!
The sins of the Father, the Mother and the Lover, upon thee douth reign.
Trespass upon my kindred and know my wraith!
Vengeance and judgement seek thee out.
Graveyards…!
Fucking cops…fucking Tobi…!
Off the coach, met my bro, Casper. Let’s shake this shite up…!