Awake, O' serpent of my heart
It is time
The sun stands high
and unfaithful crowds await Thee
Redemption in their eyes
and stone at hand
The arena hungers for your venom
Let the games begin
Bring in the lions
Bring in the beasts
It is time
to confront the masses
with their fears,
a sober moment
a shred of truth
to gaze into an honest mirror
a disturbance of their sleep
Violent teeth and claws
untamed and fierce
reaches far and cut deep
into the empty eye
It is time
to let the bitter venom flow
through this embodiment
of emptiness
And the blood shall run free
like words
And the bones shall form stairs
to the future
Now, unfaithful spectator
are you satisfied?
Did you come close enough
to feel the lion's breath?
One day soon
you shall be the sacrifice
a nameless grave of the past
