1. THE SERPENT STIRS

Hell comes home

The trial
Inside us all
We dare not see

What we fear
We dare not call
Moves to climb

Hell
Comes home
In the serpent's eyes we are
Warm

Quench with blood

Hell
Comes home
In the mouth of the beast we are
Cold

Quench with blood

Call for the snake
Rising from the sea

The trial
Inside us all
We dare not see

What we fear
We dare not call
Moves to climb

The serpent
Drawing close
Fear takes hold

Our great self
Crawls in blood
It's hide is raw