Isis:Stone To Wake A Serpent

We've found the weapon
Standing at the crossroads

On the other side of the earth
Waiting at the worst turn

Here we see, coiled serpent
Mad and aching in the sun

Stone is flung, serpent wakens
Arrow of poison pierces our hearts

Taste the angel cancer flesh
Michael flies too fast to tame
We see sorrow folding to them
Paves their way, fight for laughs

Slow infection
Dose of poison
Eyes closed in
and merciless

Merciless
Merciless

In Pascal's brain
In hurried arms
No hell found here
Only dreadful tears