Krallice - IIIIIII lyrics

The serpent Coils upon coils A thousand thousand fathoms Coils upon coils Scales shroud the earth And the facets cabochon eyes Become as the sun The firmament becomes a Writing tapestry It welcomes the procession Of the penitent They seek favor, compelled By orgiastic terror In echopraxic convolsions Hollow prostrations To outdistance doom To stave off an ending Coils curl on coils Writhing as if Towering roots Surging from the earth From the skies And all your anthroposophy is as dust Neither memory nor ghost remains