On the horizon serpent dwells
Wrapping circles he sleeps in hell
On mountain tops the goat son feeds
Devouring anguish he never sleeps
Below the surface a darkness creeps
A thousand insects to feed the greed
Inside our minds within our hearts
Lies the force to heal these scars
Black tyrants
Swallowing the sun
Wrapping circles he sleeps in hell
On mountain tops the goat son feeds
Devouring anguish he never sleeps
Below the surface a darkness creeps
A thousand insects to feed the greed
Inside our minds within our hearts
Lies the force to heal these scars
Black tyrants
Swallowing the sun