Lyrics The Great Unfurling - Weedeater

The Great Unfurling

In a not too distant future
In a throne room just up ahead
The great unfurling shall begin
Between the second and the third quarter
Of the hammerhandle snabatch
There will be gnashing of the teeth
And frothing at the mouth
And the single brown eye shall turn fiery red with anger
And all of hell shall follow