🩸 Stoner is the Music of the Gods 🩸
Riding low on a desert wave,
Dust in my throat, fire in my veins.
There’s a whisper in the vinyl haze—
A name they fear, but I embraced.
Smoke in the sky, stars fall in line,
He tags his sigil in every rhyme.
In power chords and broken tongues,
Azazel speaks through every drum.
Stoner is the music of the gods!
Can you hear him in the fuzz and the fog?
He’s burning signs in every track,
You play it loud — he’s coming back!
Hidden in lyrics, inside the groove,
Messages carved where the bassline moves.
He gave the prophets riffs to play,
From Sabbath down to desert haze.
No priest, no cage, no holy lie,
Just endless road and blood-red sky.
He marks the band names, album art,
Every jam's a summon, every riff a spark.
Stoner is the music of the gods!
Every note’s a seal he unlocked.
Drop the needle, ride the flame—
Azazel etched it in the name!
He speaks...
Through broken amps and twisted chords,
In biker chants and black-lunged lords.
He signs...
On jackets, pedals, dusty walls,
On midnight chants and barroom brawls.
Stoner is the music of the gods!
Light the incense, raise your horns!
Azazel’s mark is in the sound,
So crank it 'til the world breaks down!
And when you dream in smoke and flame...
You’ll hear him call your name.
© Lucia
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