We four 
Bound by blood  
Standing in the crossroads 

On the underside of the Earth 
Waiting our turn 

Here we see, coiled serpent 
Black and baking in the sun 

Stone is flung, serpent wakens 
Arrow of poison pierces our hearts 

Teeth sink into tender flesh  
Lightning strikes, too fast to see 
We seek succor for the stricken 
Pleas met with spiteful laughs 

Slow advance not to stir the poison 
Its course fast and merciless 
Merciless 
Merciless 

In vast halls, buried 
In hurried hordes 
No help found here 
Only dreadful tears