Cathedral. Forest Of Equilibrium. Serpent Eve. Zeneszám

The serpent she writhes in knowledge for rebellion and heresy, the serpent she thrives on knowledge
for beauty and ecstasy, the night contains me, exults me, promises me the tender touch of the
serpents dreams. O' to dark foundations grey deliverance, mesmerized by descent shrouded in calm.
Fabled curses plunge to depths untold I conjure bind and charge thee to heavens unknown
(entombed). O' yea serpent eve. Gather to the lords of facade, beneath the cross of false, crawl to
the figure speared wither within its name. Raise the current clear the stream, herald the sound of the
serpent dreams. Into the night for the serpent eve psalms for the spirit, charms for the calling. We're
neophytes for serpents eve.