Serpent Gate

Now behold the storm is brewing

Leaving lands gone rack and ruin

Above, below all ropes unhinged

While you shall never reach the serpent gate

You try to find

You stumble blind

So far behind

The path of stars

The ocean wide as black waves collide

A genocide of proud upheaval

What has risen once now exalts to dance

Infatuating in the masque of evil

Though deeply scarred, we traveled far

Blessed by grace and wrath

For the blindness

… And the kindness

Of those who sharpened knifes behind our backs

Better watch yourselves!

Words and wind within our sails

To new crusades in larger scales

The course is set, the cause is black

Take what you get, give nothing back

Dead inside, seeking lustres

Of divine morning stars

And poisoned fruit, alabaster…

My quill to thrill the zombified

I have seen the daze go by

I have scribed white lies

In the gloom of the tomb

Of the world's lost saviour

But still we stand

Rich of contraband

In our hearts and hand

We grasped it though

We've been licking shit

To meet with gold amidst

Slit the holy wrists

As prey to bleed this sacrifice…

My poetry is suicide

The key and seal of serpent gates

Entwining with the songs we sang

Of winter, mist and darkness…

Though deeply scarred, we'll travel far

Lest we steer our barque

To the brightness… of a haven and a home

Or the likeness and the crushing foam of cliffs and riffs

I've seen the daze go by

I have scribed white lies

In the gloom of the tomb

Or the world's lost saviour

But still we stand

Rich of contraband

In our hearts and hand

We grasped it

Enthralled by fierce hysteria

We're rushing fast

As long as sight and stanzas shine

From proud iconoclast