I, the Serpent - Liber Null

I sit on the usurper’s throne

I see through here and beyond

I am the cracks on the altar of stone

I lay where their was has been won

I hide under his divine dome

Nourishing a fire long gone

I, the serpent

I bled on Abraham’s domain

My blood, the blackest of rains

I live through the offspring of Cain

I, the serpent

The hiss of the eruption, the red desert’s sand

The marks of corruption all formed by my hand, I live on

I am the primeval fire

I lead death over the pyre

To walk again to a future so dire

I, the serpent

This hiss of the eruption, the red desert’s sand

The marks of corruption all formed by my band, I live on

To be fed again from the breast of the impure

The structure of cosmos will no more endure, I live on

This temple of dead flesh will soon pass us by

Like cataclysms, ruin, with no reasons why

And slough off the earth to leave nothing but I, the serpent