A Serpents Tale
Cliff West


The cauldrens of our fate are stirred by ghostwinds twisting time
The serpent swallows its own tale
While still befor us lies a road untravelled we must go
To see through all

Some leap as others crawl All will fall
Who walk upon this ground to see through all

We held aloft the crystal goblet to the golden sun
Passed through the seasons of desire
While still befor us lies a road untravelled we must go
To see through all

Some leap as others crawl All will fall
Who walk upon this ground To see through all

[BACK]