Surpent I am

I feel like time is going by so fast

The feeling is perfect

But never lasts

What should I do with my own solitude

There is perfection in the worship of truth

I need nothing right now

I am complete

My feelings are my words

There is no need to speak

The blood on my hands

From the weakness of man

Down on your knees

For the serpent of kings

The fury deep inside me

I can't contain

A steady joy of coldness runs through my veins

A prophet once did tell me of worlds above

The twisted tales of those who could not love

This shows that my feelings are content

The perfect storm to eradicate men

The blood on my hands

From the weakness of man

Down on your knees

For the serpent of kings

The gods spared no sorrow

Left no peace

My heart feel vistim to me

Knights swore valor

In corruption they fall

The prophet cries in the candlelit halls

The lord of serpents

In evil I reign

All will bow as they hear the name

The blood on my hands

From the weakness of man

Down on your knees

For the serpent of kings