Son of the Snake - Witchskull

I’m willing to find

Serpent of liars

Selling the tide

Born on the wind

The son of the snake

The eyes of the silent

The choice that we make

A tower of sin.

Hide

In circular ruins.

I told them to leave

Lord I can see through

A drifter believes

The sign of the law

That life passes by

A spectre in darkness

Illusions inside

Now through the door

Hide yes

In circular ruins

Low.

Told to leave

A drifter belives

Sign of the law

Lovelss as mine.