God of the dead

I wrote this during my first visit to L.A with Lonestar Void. My vision starts out in the Northern, rocky wastes of my world. I reference a creature from my world in my hook with the line ‘dump his ass in a wasteland, put him in a place where the Krait’s at-’ Here I’m referencing a creature called a Kraitor which I’ve drawn before. I see an assassin moving quietly through dimly lit castle corridors, silently neutralizing the night watch. I hear the rhythmic drip of water falling from rotting rafters, the metallic rustle of the guards’ armour and the whizz of arrows being released. I smell dust, mildew, and old bones left to age alone in empty cells. Lonestar’s verse to me takes place in a gothic cross cyber city. He’s dressed in all black, his long coat sweeping the floor as he stands surrounded by masked figures wielding their weapons of choice. You don’t hear his gun go off, only the bodies around him falling one after the other.