Hollow of the Writhing Serpent

Down in the darkness it lurks
In front of the gate to eternity
A true servant of eternal darkness
The incarnation of death

Writhing and twisting
A sanguine tongue so poisonous
The brutish malevolence
Writhing upon human bones

Curling through the eye of a skull
Arround the blood filled chalice
Let me bleed for thee - nothingness!
With the black poisonous blood

A wisdom that lurks upon us
The incarnation of all sins
Through the poisonous fog it arises
And I still bleed for thee

The spirit of death is call*ing
From the spell of eternal sin
Arise o lord of our souls
We honour and worship you!