The Serpent Crown - Profanum

Here it is: the land of serpent

The garden of fire

Blue moon soon shall burn

As every night my vision is born

Serpents are born by night here and everywhere

Without bodies like candles gleam

You parlysed victim

You will lie now and ever

In creeping mass of blackened evil

Bound by fiery chains

Salamandra’s tongue

You’ll serve us forever

Here it is: two crowns path

Red of yours

My torture’s thorns…

Poison is flowing down on your flesh

As you drink black blood silver chalice

In the gleam of creeping flames

Nailed to time, you become me

And everything and nonenity

… Licking your wounds

Drink and you’ll dwell in crown of mine

Vomit with fire from the throne’s majesty

The whole serpent garden

I’ll born the fruit of perversity

Open veins blasphemy

And wings shall fall to blood

Wounded with a knife

Of night’s aeon