Baptized in serpent's blood, I wait for thee.
Bloodstained rituals carves names into me.
Visions mesmerized whispers obscure
Of long forgotten sins, salvation insecure.

I have read of stones that wept wounded.
I have seen old trees that once cried.
I live the curse of the meaning forever
And all I have left is to sing you to me.

I sing you to me!