The Serpent's Chant
His whisper could be heard from the confines of existential darkness
His silence resounded like war chants and proclamations
As much as the stars of the firmament shone, the darkness lay in the infinite
No light should be as shining as the Devil's fire
No darkness will be as warm as the primeval emptiness
No poison will be as widespread as the Serpent's Chant
Candle circles made of the rest of lives, accompanied by barbaric cries
Libations, fumes and poisons permeate the air, through a dense atmosphere
The dagger must be red-stained and the chalice must overflow with life
Doors must be opened using internal keys
No darkness will be as warm as the primeval emptiness
No poison will be as widespread as the Serpent's Chant
How not to pronounce the memories of the dead again?
How can we not drink from the life of the living?
We are those who in unison accompanied the somber chant
In seven kingdoms I lie with the lady of dreams
I wait for the devil to come.
And recite the serpent's chant
When the sun turns black and the universe freezes
Your voice will echoe as your glorious chant
The screams of agony will be the choral of freedom
The sound of the stars dying will be the trumpets of death
And the cry of angels will be never heard
They will be tortured till the sun reborn
No darkness will be as warm as the primeval emptiness
No poison will be as widespread as the Serpent's Chant
How not to pronounce the memories of the dead again?
How can we not drink from the life of the living?
We are those who in unison accompanied the somber chant
In seven kingdoms I lie with the lady of dreams
I wait for the devil to come.
And recite the serpent's chant
