A fading photo on a wooden shelf


Sneering in your face


Unlike the memory of the little boy


From what you call 'the good old days'


The bitter taste of fall the smell of wet concrete walls


And still you count the cries at night you try to analyse


The solar serpent shines


Reforms the shadows of the past


And evermore the torment lasts


The solar serpent shines


You traced the contours of a union


Where only greed survives


Convicted by the mass


You kept your course


With head held high the victims at your feet


The mission must proceed


There is a higher cause


You said afraid to understand


The solar serpent shines


Reforms the shadows of the past


Eternally the cross will burn


The solar serpent shines


Alone again


But yet not quite so sure


Watch it coming