Enter the light
Brushing the epidermis of soil
And us poor snakes
Have to live with this sentence He brought us
Never mind whether we're beaten
Dormice hands down will sue
There won't be undefeated
He'll stand silent
His bat unwaveringly held
Counting all wastage
d**h is not a wound
That's why He'll stand
Carrying His field with courage
His home, His land will fall
Yet He will conquer us
None ought to be saved for so long
And we will pay the due price
Shuffling through chromatic plains
No escape from His bludgeon
We'll fall
Even the mother mountains
Have suddenly given up on us
No escape from His holy bludgeon
We have to turn, rise and bite
He'll stand
That's why He'll stand silent
His bat unwaveringly held
Counting all wastage
d**h is not a wound
Silent but closer to plagues