Motsuk

The smell emulating tells me
that...

Now lithe serpent its your time,
to rise, to suffice

The stars are now alinged for you to rise...

Now lithe serpent its your time,
to rise, to suffice

NOW LITHE SERPENT IT'S YOUR TIME

While the childern sleep tight, you'll rise...
anew

You must erect a new steeple for...

Now lithe serpent its your time,
to writhe, to sigh

All those beneath the sun grovel