For every behind there's a stick
As for death there is life
And for the wicked there are wicked
A vicious cycle of evolution
Degeneration into curtains
For countless iterations
Of so called intelligent beings
A natural conclusion
Entwined with eternal curse
Of each rebirth just a little worse
Just a little worse
For the sake of creation
For the sake of damnation
For the sake of everything comes
And everything goes to die
It is a wheel of unfortune
That keeps spinning itself
Landing on the few
That get swallowed by wealth
Virtues turn to vices
Until it's starting anew
The serpent keeps watching
The cycles go through and through
The darkest of times
Several incarnations of subjects are through
The serpent's been eating and watching them too
Feasting on it's tail in the foulest of moods
As long as they're there
The serpent is too
For the sake of creation
For the sake of damnation
For the sake of everything comes
And everything goes to die
In the worst possible way of death and decay
Hollow thy art of life and thy stay
Something never changing from the oldest of day
Blood flows through the air like wild rivers
Until there's nothing left of fiends but gore
Of fiends but gore
Then they soar to a door
And they knock
It's not the heaven's door
Struggle and fall
It is a wheel of unfortune
That keeps spinning itself
Landing on the few
That get swallowed by wealth
Virtues turn to vices
Until it's starting anew
The serpent keeps watching
The cycles go through and through
The darkest of times
Darkest of...