A centuries-old creed
Born of the walk at night
The serpentine march of slaves
Doomed minds rotting slowly
The bones enter the flame
Poison laid upon cadavres
Unnatural death - astral
Baron's walking dead
I passed beneath the earth
A trance of deranged torpor
My petrified will: a torment
They exhume the living
When all the sick are in chains
The Great Serpent god will rise
Rivers from his hide will flow forth
Corpses floating in the tide
At dusk
Flee from sight
Eyes must remain downcast
Madness drums onward
Everything is poison
Bondage of souls - encapsulated
Nothing is poison
Secracy of eternity
The serpent cross
Mark of the flesh
Elders form the circle
Sacrifices
Blood and bile of hundreds
Whorish dancers writhe
Unscorned
Rites of the damned
Our path runs deep red into the tombs of a lost society
A decayed heart swings slowly
Above a shivering torso
Calamitous foul concoction
A cross upon the floor
They dance a dead man's omen
The specters of the night
Their creed forever lasting
Underneath the serpent cross
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