Awake, O' serpent of my heart
It is time
The sun stands high
and unfaithful crowds await Thee
Redemption in their eyes
and stone at hand
The arena hungers for your venom
Let the games begin

Bring in the lions
Bring in the beasts
It is time 
to confront the masses
with their fears,
a sober moment
a shred of [bad word] to gaze into an honest mirror
a disturbance of their sleep

Violent teeth and claws
untamed and fierce
reaches far and cut deep
into the empty eye
It is time
to let the bitter venom flow
through this embodiment
of emptiness

And the blood [bad word] free
like words
And the bones shall form stairs 
to the future

Now, unfaithful spectator
are you satisfied?
Did [bad word] close enough
to feel the lion's breath?
One day soon
you shall be the sacrifice
a nameless grave of the past

Protagonist
your time is now