Circle Of Ouroborus Demon In Iron
The watery earth heaves like a poisonous sea the world
on the edge of decadence and greed one thousand three
hundred and thirty two hands open the wounds of these
weak lands
Rise!
Be the fundament of our belief
Rise!
Be the principle, the light and the seed
Now even love can turn its face to dark the bells toll
for the time to learn and hark the words of wisdom from
between the jaws phrases of fire and primal laws One
hand for giving, another for punishment / one side for
rage, another for discouragement take your side, take
the step from the line one way or another, the doom will
be thine
Rise!
Be the fundament of our belief
Rise!
Be the principle, the light and the seed