The Serpentine Scrolls - Morgion

Four winds of emerald lands, come and meet my fellowship

Journey afar, rest among my flock and shelter the serpent’s egg

Among the shores I gather netherlands, seek unto the marble waters flow

Drink your fill from ancient dynasties, and scribe on the serpent’s scales

Bring before me, my forbidden lore

Writhe in its glories delight

Wellspring --- under the mortor and clay

Forever --- we of forked tongue

Embellish this mask of undesired will, caressing unto your sullen ways

Hallowed are the eyes of the blind, adorn my forsaken standard

Bring before me, my forbidden love

Writhe in its glories delight

Hold the light, so that I might see

Partake in my sacred ways

Now pull the shade from my eyes, and see me for what I really am

I forever walk, asleep in servitude

In ancient dreams, the Canticle’s Tales… for we shall walk among

Between the Coloumns of Wisdom, I see my passage, I see my fate… sealed

I foreshadow, bearer of sacred name, who shall be the Messiah?

We follow