A serpent encircles
Coiled around the world
Scales the black of void
The red of dreaming days
Imprisoned at the dawn of time
Punished for an unknown crime
Venom forced to flow
Dissolving its own flesh

Ouroboros, Suga'ar, Jormungandr, Hesaya
Its true name unimportant, the mystery is this:
Was it put there to ensnare, to swallow sun, to bring despair,
Or to be boundary from what lies behind in wait?

Infinite, coiling, writhing, boiling,
Lusting, scheming, feeding, needing,
Dissolve, digest, regrow, suggest,
To us that we should seek to escape our home

Venom flowing, starlight glowing,
Poison is in everything, we should not seek a cure,
Daylight swallowed, night to follow
The moon will shed its shadow as a serpent sheds its skin

The cold light shines, but does not warm
The serpent writhes, devoid of form

Protector or jailer
Rebirth or swift death
Why are we afraid to share in the cycle we've been left?

That which hides behind the stars
Wants nothing but our silence
No rebirth waits in the void,
We are not quintessence

The cold light shines, but does not warm
The serpent writhes, devoid of form

Our entropic demise
(Our wasting lives)
Shall not be marked by ceremony
(Need no praise)
Starfires consuming the skies
(Heaven's lights don't burn for us)
Or fading out one by one
The salt of our bones shall return
(The salt of our bones)
To (is) the earth
While the serpent writhes
(Forever more)
And the moon sheds its shadow