Profanum - The Serpent Crown


Here it is: the land of serpent 
The garden of fire 
Blue moon soon shall burn 
as every night my vision is born 
Serpents are born by night here and everywhere 
without bodies like candles gleam 
you parlysed victim 
you will lie now and ever 
in creeping mass of blackened evil 
Bound by fiery chains 
salamandra's tongue 
you'll serve us forever 
Here it is: two crowns path 
red of yours 
my torture's thorns ... 
Poison is flowing down on your flesh 
as you drink black blood silver chalice 
in the gleam of creeping flames 
nailed to time, you become me 
and everything and nonenity 
.... Licking your wounds 
drink and you'll dwell in crown of mine 
vomit with fire from the throne's majesty 
the whole serpent garden 
I'll born the fruit of perversity 
open veins blasphemy 
and wings shall fall to blood 
wounded with a knife 
of night's aeon

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