I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea And watched a serpent rise from its depths Upon his horns rested ten crowns As the discord of trumpets grew unnerving
Its perception giving an overruling Mentality of authority and supremacy All dwellers of earth shall pray And worship this form from a single demon
Whose names are not written in ink or blood In the Book of the Life of the Lamb Shall be slain from the foundation Of this declining and now decaying world
