Spirit of the python come to whisper all your words
Damning all your hearers as the damned ones you serve
Jaws yawn wide to vomit Firth a Dionysian sound
Filling every ocean so that holy men may drown
Slowly sinking beneath the weight
Blasphemous, apostolic, apostate
Veil of reason and myth of purpose
Render all that you have loved now worthless
But still you try
Oh fallen man, oh wretched soul
Commit your mind to things below
To Gods of earth and root and seed
To golden idols that never bleed
Son of Cain
Bearing the marks of his sin
Sown with salt
Reaping a harvest of death