Earl (I)

Decade of so many moods so I tail only one
. Tale of a brigadier to a general, shadow to a darker light, little Wolfgang to having my own wolf pack. 
I only howl sometimes, most times I slink slicks with my new guard. Avant of the [sLUms] but not always so. 
Sixth metamorphosis,
 yeah I mooned over the tape then the sea nymph, the dark, the pink, the blurs, the feet
, even the stint in the sarcophagi where I was denied gold but came out coining terms
. Denied the soul's currency but came out with golden veins
. Voice cold like thirty year old Tut, now my ka immortal
. Descendant of Cain, Cain colored's bro with marked flows and a killer wit. Twice able and god-damned, that's the dog and the damned demon
, call me an Ars Goetia Earl.

Yeah I'm all (not) for the beef
, ka my preference so find me inside seeking Solace in my Feet of Clay
. Shy, can someone shine their hie on my lonely head through the window? 
Eye of the soul, don't be a thief
 and don't knock on the door unless you Baal in a chromed one piece with shades of my Pops beautiful in this twisted fantasy
. Reality got three heads and Pops an unreachable Godhead
. Two fiends and a human head between, I'm surrounded by fake friends. 
Surrounded by a mushroom house, let that shit blow.