Hide from the curious,
Hide from the coward
Your safety's in secrecy
And found means dead
Born in Babylon
By the bloody veins of fate...

The great seer saw the arms talk
The blades darkened by blood
He saw from the temples top
The fall of the towers
He cried when the young man fell on his knees
Hand on his wound...

He climbed the stairs of the temple
And heard the sound of copper bells
Echoing through the endless halls
He saw the black flowers bloom
And felt the rising of shadows
Deep within his own mind...

A day of wind and rain
An infinity of endless space
Cosmic strobes forming patterns
Only he could see
Drowned in tideless pools
No haven for his mind
He sailed the depths of apathy alone...

"Can't you hear it
Hear the serpent wail
Come with me
I'll leave with the tide
My path leads to darkness
I hope we'll meet on the way..."