SERPENTS LYRICS

1. The Progeny Of Ishtar

Our story begins on present day Earth.
The sands of time have now run out.
The guardians of mankind are no longer able to contain this...disease.
A funeral march unto a new Aeon now resonates throughout the land, deafening with each blow.
Curious minds feast thine eyes on these giants, only to be blinded by the sight.
The scriptures tell tales of this day...
As it was foretold by the herald of the serpent beast, she comes.
Upon the Pestilence horse the Annunaki ride, the alpha and omega.
To usher in a new dominion!
To reclaim supremacy for the newborn heir!
Hear us now!, ye bastard descendents of Eve.
Sound the bells of thy absolution!

2. The Fall Of The Usurper

(The line drawn in the sand has begun to fade.
Tempest further pushes the limitations of this heresy,
Burying existence of alotted boundary.)
desecration.
A crime punishable by eradication,
Summoning thee to reclaim thy realm.
Provoking the olden ones unto their return.
To eliminate the line and it's trespasser.
A plea.
A sacrifice to the immortals.
The catalyst...
A promise of atonement in glory, of restitution in grandeur.
Arrive at last, to set thy accord in motion.
A plea.
A sacrifice to the immortals.
The skies now fall.
The oceans have run dry.
The winds breathe disease.
The flames purge the land.
A sight that has been revisited over and over again.
Divergent realms and it's universes paralleled, doomed to the same fate.
Waves colliding in vibration.
It's Resonance washing upon every planet, as they swallow themselves whole.
When such horrors become reality, what is the omniscient to feel?
Detached. Deceased. Indifferent.
In mind's eye.
The catalyst...
A promise of atonement in glory, of restitution in grandeur.
When such horrors become reality, what is the omniscient to feel?
Detached. Deceased. Indifferent.
In mind's eye.
The light of Earth quivers upon restoration.
Pestilence.
War.
Famine.
Death.
The light of Earth quivers upon restoration.
A candle burning at both ends, dissipation nears.
As the ancients paid no mind...
Man toiled away in shadows, in conquest and surveillance of it's own.
Ye bastards, foolish children accrediting themselves as kings...
An act of treason to one's patrons.
Justice hath brought penance for such debauchery,
Bestowing unto them a noose
and no other hand to tie the knot but one's own.
Ye bastards, foolish children accrediting themselves as kings...
In punishment, the civilization swings, choking on it's own weight.
(Lunacy overcoming the dream state in asphyxia,
Poisoning the remaining cells of the hive mind.
Madness runs rampant as a regression unfolds.
Attributes of primal ancestry as it was...engulfed in chaos.)
A final gaze unto the cosmic jury,
The amaranthine council.
Deafening with it's cries of castigation.

3. The March Toward Megiddo

All Kingdoms fall,
as the monuments
have before them.
Stone and steel, bonded together by the blood of the begotten.
In truth, 'tis a fragile design, a poor bond.
fertile lands cloaked by what sustains life, a harvest doth not flourish...neither should an empire.
There are no kings in this domain.
Land is the law.
Nature.
(Man is a bastard son, ungrateful in it's blessings.
Such fools, unable to see the fate staring back from a far.
A destiny delivered unto themselves through premonition, through "divine" tongue.
They march to the hymns of a hypocrite, a king of lies, backwards into oblivion.)
No such divinity is of this world,
yet for aeons you have bent at the knee.
Born and bred into submission.
Stone and steel, bonded together by the blood of brothers and sisters.
In truth, 'tis a fragile design, a poor bond.
fertile lands cloaked by what sustains life, a harvest doth not flourish...neither should an empire.
There are no kings in this domain.
Land is the law.
Nature.
Pray to no gods,
Prey to no gods.

4. The Threads Of Moirai

Clotho.
Lachesis.
Atropos.

5. The Virtuous Remliel

Assimilate: Gloom.
Ingest: Apathy.
Fathom: Filth.
This calamity is called modern existence.
Years wither in a self induced haze.
Yet generations mourn what was never theirs, life.
Seasons spent in severance of sentiment.
The hammer now falls on this naive society.
In contempt, they are torn asunder by lions.
Bathe in thy blood.
Bathe in thy salt.
Each step taken (trudging over carrion),
servants gaze upon exotic form.
The embodiment of sacred loin,
has fallen unto you.
In torment and awe. (a feeling so obscure),
Generation after generation, conduct a symphony to thine ears.
(As each tooth repeatedly pierces the flesh, you now know what it is to be alive...)
To fear, to love, to live; Realization hath come crashing down at the eleventh hour.
A new found grace cultivates among the numb.
Look to the azure.
Admire thy heavens.
Inquire unto darkness...into desolation.
The Utopian response is bleak.
"A cold unknown", a premonition of what's to come.
Ages spent dwelling in the stars, only to soon be matter themselves.
As it is above, it is now below.
This is no work of the cozen.
In blood.
In flame.
A new era is born, a dystopia to be.
to tremble substructure of creation.
to rattle authority of man.
the eternal awakening to be.

6. The Manus Dei

Like a pack of wolves tearing at the game of the hunt.
Mouths drenched in the blood of it's prey,
leaving it's corpse to the soil.
The murder of innocents.
Human trafficking.
Public persecution.
A trail of "being" resemble such carnal violations to nature's law.
A perpetual offense against thine creation,
A ceaseless infraction against thine kin.
There is no courtroom on this Earth corrupt enough to punish these deeds.
There is no gavel heavy enough to sound off it's deafening sentence.
(A defilement of innocent flesh, a desecration of the temple.)
An eternity of torment will be thy penance.
An eternity of torment, you fucking swine.
(Applause echoes throughout generations as death is on display.
...Ages have come and gone with no sign of intervention.)
A global metastasis, transmitting affliction to the heart of the world
With each beat, with each pulse, disease spreads.
leaving her corpse to the stars.
The rape of innocents.
Human mutilation.
Public oppression.
A wasteland of "being" resemble such carnal violations to nature's law.
A perpetual offense against thine creation,
A ceaseless infraction against thine kin.
There was no courtroom on this Earth corrupt enough to punish these deeds.
There was no gavel heavy enough to sound off it's deafening sentence.
(A defilement of tainted flesh, a desecration of the ruin.)

7. The Epilogue

A fertile earth now stands alone in the cosmos.
Reborn.
Awaiting the seed of a worthy suitor to begin anew.
Forward into an eternity spent in hope, she will wait.
As it is above, it is below...remember?
For the creation is a mirror into the design of the creator itself.
Inheriting traits of an architect seeking the answer to it's own flaws.
The echo of one's imperfection and the desire of it's reform, resonates onward with each creation.
Each entity will look to the heavens above them, as their forefathers have...waiting to begin anew.
An untraceable answer.
An endless cycle.
An unforeseeable end.
Such is the tragedy of existence...







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