Texty: Conception. 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 analyze

The solar serpent shines
Reforms the shadows of the past
And evermore 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, afraid to understand

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

Alone again but yet not quite so sure
Watch it coming