Testo di Stone To Wake A Serpent

We four, bound by blood Standing in the crossroads On the underside of the world Waiting our turn Here we see Coiled serpent Black and baking In the sun Stone is flung Serpent wakens Arrow of poison Pierces our hearts Teeth sink into tender flesh Lightning strikes, too fast to see We seek succor for the stricken Pleas met with spiteful laughs Slow advance, not to stir the poison Its course fast and merciless Merciless, merciless In vast halls, buried in hurried hordes No help found here, only dreadful tears