The elder tells a tale
Destruction in this land
His soul will be reborn
He will sit at God's right hand
The stories you were told as a child
Are now too real
Gilded serpents, reincarnation
Reality starts to peel away
Raise your hands up
Towards the sky
Pray to your god
For a chance at life
The Golden Snake
Up in the sky
Returns to life
At a different time
The altar is empty
Forlorn, devoid from sacrifice
Far removed from old beliefs
When blood flows down the sacred lines
Appease yur deity
Struck down with a furious blow
Children's screams fill up the air
For reasons that remain unknown
Raise your hands up
Towards the sky
Pray to your god
For a chance at life
The Golden Snake
Up in the sky
Returns to life
At a different time
Look what you
What you've become
