This the age of animosity
Through bitter masks of their couvetousness
The serpents smile at eachother
And lesser beings of comformity
Rise to claim your crown
They seek the man of thousand thoughts
The dreamer lost in his shadows
To seed the doubt with his empathy
For their cause
This is the ophis
Born of their envy and greed
This is the serpent
From that seed
Smothering kindness
Words so familair
Doubt is all it needs
With hesitation comes one
The doubt that forms a sound
The echo of a heartbeat
The undeserving found
They'll nest inside the shadows
They'll gaze upon your crown
The day you stop believing
The undeserving shall
Don't bow to the will of the undeserving
Hold your head up high
When serpents claim whwe are all the same
Turn away
Their twisted tongues feast on your apathy
Lead them like moths to the flame
And crown
Their hollow heads with fire
With hesitation comes one
The doubt that forms a sound
The echo of a heartbeat
The undeserving found
They'll nest inside the shadows
They'll gaze upon you crown
The day you stop believing
The undeserving shall
They will never let you rise
Burn them to the ground
One by one
The echoe of my heart
The undeserving follow
With hesitation comes one
The doubt that forms a sound
The undeserving shall
Rise to claim you crown