Ancient Enemy Of Death
«…the earth was formless and void, darkness was over the surface of the deep…» – genesis 1:2
The dance of the spheres disturbs my song
And the rhythm of the waves beats with the drums
In my wakefullness i see the myth come to life
And from the vantage of my spire i come
With horns i went to the edge of the world
And with wings i shall return
For in the shadow and smoke i was veiled
And of the blinding light i am born again
Deep within the gathering of the seas
The snake watches with lidless eyes
The titan waits for the woman
The woman waits for the beast
During that hour i saw the lifting of a sleep
For i saw nehushtan rise from his keep
And though darkness still lay upon the deep
I heard the voices of men give up and weep