The dark insidious snake in every mythology
The beginning of life striving for destruction
In pooled blood of my brothers gauge the stream
The whispers of thoughts wishes and dreams
Those moral tendencies of deceiving harpies
The faith that rots on false believe and prudence
Waiting for the wings of false prophets, dust on sand
What has become of the ferocious learning?
All buried under a circus of moralities in some book
What has happened to true simple love?
Lingering in the years of wishes and thoughts alike
Like tricks on display of the minds secret recesses
Full with fantasy the bag of no quintessential hope
All my love in a song of annunciation
Will destroy on the ferocity of my passion
But I will be forever a slave of this feeling for you