Serpent Of Old

Spawn of grand whore

It is no surprise that I sow such twilight misery

The raping of your children and the...

I see of course as a gift to me.

The withering of mirth marks my path,

or I am the end of all ends.

The slaves of heaven who crave for redemption

Shall rewrite their books as I become their destiny.

Monuments of faith anchor me to eternity;

From the cradle of time they knew I had come to stay

Your ruinous creed has named me the evil in, man:

There is no one more blind than he who doesn't want to see.