Stone To Wake A Serpent - Isis

We four

Bound by blood

Standing in the crossroads

On the underside of the Earth

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