I see nine red snakes around me
an arid desert and black swarms of madness here
surely its a nightmare
that obscures my view
and now falls from my hands the antidote
Seven yellow stones stand on me
and golden sand on the edge of nowhere
maybe it's an idea that haunts my old soul
and now falls from my lips my last word
Bright is the moon
so deep the sea
I came before
the wind of doom
I wont fall from grace
I came before the day and the night
lets get away from this world this time
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
