We four, bound by blood Standing in the crossroads
On the underside of the world Waiting our turn
Here we see Coiled serpent Black and baking In the sun
Stone is flung Serpent wakens Arrow of poison Pierces our hearts
Teeth sink into tender flesh Lightning strikes, too fast to see
We seek succor for the stricken Pleas met with spiteful laughs
Slow advance, not to stir the poison Its course fast and merciless
Merciless, merciless
In vast halls, buried in hurried hordes No help found here, only dreadful tearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
