we dwell in purity

beneath a sea of abundance

content with the nurture

of our native land



we are awakened in torment

stabbed by the oppressors blade



a silence

slashed by tyranny's

hostile face



provoke they must

the righteous sons

invading our dwelling

and yield we shall not



restrain us

and we shall strike

at the throats of our

oppressors possessed by the

serpents vengance

hold us down and you shall know

the fury that dwells within



your wrath coiled around the earth

your venom courses it veins

strike at their fear

destroy their kingdoms

with your poisonous rage



revenge



pulsing through seas of a blind age

appear in their dreams

as a hellish crusade

suppression, condemnation

to spit away



probing with your morality

bore us not with your profanity

for those who rose

shall strike

with the serpents vengance