Ophidian

Reptiles speak Between sunset and sunrise In the last fragment of life You can feel them crawl You can hear men fall Devilment, the opposite of light The moon The mist The pure The phenomenon The pure The servants The coven tongues It will crush the night sky It will eat the light It will speak snakes While they dance among rapid tails The tide soaking their graves As the rowers keep on rowing Fears persist Returning hate for hate They will crush the night sky They will eat the light They will speak with snakes While they dance among rapid tails The tide filling their graves As the rowers keep on rowing Fears persist Returning hate for hate The serpents As they keep on rowing With the serpents licking flames As they keep on rowing In carnal lust The phenomenon is growing From the purest carnal lust While the rowers keep on rowing In the sea of death And they keep on rowing In the last fragment of life As they keep on rowing Reptiles speak