We four, bound by blood

Standing in the crossroads

On the underside of the world

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