Solar Serpent

A fading photo on a wooden shelf
Sneering in your face
Unlike the memory of the little boy
From what you call "the good old days"

The bitter taste of fall
The smell of wet concrete walls
And still you count the cries at night
You try to analyse

The solar serpent shines
Reforms the shadows of the past
Eternally the torment lasts
The solar serpent shines

You traced the contours of a union
Where only greed survives
Convicted by the mass you kept your course
With head held high

The victims at your feet
The mission must proceed
There is a higher cause, you said
Sfraid to understand

The solar serpent shines
Reforms the shadows of the past
And evermore the cross will burn
The solar serpent shines

Alone again
But yet not quite so sure
Watch it coming
Watch it coming
Watch it coming

The solar serpent shines
Reforms the shadows of the past
Eternally the torment lasts
The solar serpent shines

The solar serpent shines
Reforms the shadows of the past
And evermore the cross will burn
The solar serpent shines