Verse One: 
                “Bestow thee my serpents
                These snakes on my shoulders
                My sorrow and weakness
                Entomb them in deepness
                O fertile soil
                O dust and O clod
                Take my serpents of wrath
                Free me of this stained life”
                Thus spoke the barren pit:
                “Never have I taken
                A serpent without the man
                Come whole or nay at all”
                Despair.
                Now the night weights on his shoulders
                Heavy, the burden of tears
                He walks this Earth, odious his thoughts
                With the serpents of wrath crescent
                A halo but dark
                Verse Two: 
                Turns to Man
                Begging for aid
                “My fellow men, you watched me break on your behalf,
                Bled before you, deformed before you”
                “I ask thee now; enslaved by this scorn, take my serpents of rue 
                Thus spoke his fellowmen:
                “Dare not to call ye man”
                “You didst bled for your crime”
                “Now face the scorn alone”
                Despair befells him
                Bridge: 
                “Crime?”
                He screams
                “Crime of speaking?”
                No man is free 
                While Yama is king 
                Verse Three: 
                O' Yama the great
 
                O' time, O' rue
 
                I shall fight you
 
                I will face you
 
                Through the valley of death 
                The city of the blind 
                Through the gates of memory 
                Through my thoughts 
                Your walls, hide your mages and guards 
                And those who betrayed me 
                They will face my wrath
                They die like rats
                They will pay with blood
                They will serve my god
                They will feel my pain
                They will feed my friends
                They will join my call
                Or they will die
                Outro: 
                The sermon of the crickets is bliss 
                Cursed are those who break the silence of the night