Under The Sign Of The Morning Star — Mastiphal

The great world of human inspirations Was fading away Springs of creation have all run dry In silence the beauty's decayed

Whole generations of men have marched Into the blackened abyss of oblivion And roamed in the numb nights of chaos Remaining deaf to their desperate cries Now I can see you lead the cortege When the chalice of misery breaks You cannot cover shameful secrets

Hidden so deep inside of you They took of the gold crown you wore With all your weakness brought to the light The eye which sees all things as they are Will scorn your pathetic power

Like a snake, you slither Into the nocturnal sky Like a snake, you wind Around like grapevine Like a snake, you bite Full of deadly poison Like a snake, you creep Spitting venom