Mystic Serpent

The culling of the flesh
Through mystic serpent rites
At the twilight of an age
Dark vixens
Spill the blood of man

Black wax on writhing bodies
Under the tower in the moon
On the trilithon of Set
To stop the sands of... time

The chalice nearly full
Last drop to stem the tide
And with curved blade in hand
She carves the sigil of the snake
And kneels one last time



Credits
Writer(s): Dawn Of Existence
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