The Gods of Bal-Sagoth 3

In this long dead city

There’s a demonic priest

With his serpent slipping

in black tunnels creeps

His priest is hidden down

In his hidden chambers

Abominations brewing 

In these grisly caverns

The sun will set

On your crumbling city

You’ll pass away

Like mist from the sea

He’ll cast a shadow of doom

On your city’s ruins

Slow tides of oblivion

The dead are watching

He makes beasts of men

Mixing men with serpents

In his dark creation

Many spawns of darkness

Blasphemy and terror

From his arch fiends

Nameless shapes at night

from outer voids of madness