As morning dew falls round dead roses
Shadows cast and distort their poses
Obscuring the scene before my eyes
As the serpent’s egg in the sunlight lies
In the dusts of time a breath has passed
As tears fall down the cheeks of a
Countess whose lovesick spell is cast

Life rising from the fertile ashes
Once frozen like sands in hourglasses
The time has come
For the rapture to begin!

Daylight breaks and brings its warmth
Unfreezing what had once stood still
Through times unchanged by loves lost
With the help of the now broken egg
She begins to avenge her losses
And enslave those who oppose her
Brought to her unwittingly they fall
Prey to the serpent’s charm
And slowly kneel down before her throne
Where they once and for all
Shall now meet their fates
And die for the wrongs they have done

Glowing the egg is healing
Powers brought by the bloodshed
Rebirth of hatred unknown
Brought forth by forces unseen
Awakened by ancient rulers
To serve in selfish visions

Beautiful but deadly
Before my eyes she stands
With the egg in hand
To once again control
Serpent who walks among us
With the eyes of black
Who once again has cast
His spell of lust

He who uses the serpent’s egg
For his own selfish pleasure
Shall rot eternally in sinful lust