Basilisk

Ancient drawings reveal the truth about the sufferings of a young prince Blueprints of his heart shows he can be a good king His venom drips as he begs for meaning But the evil remains concealed The ophidian beast twists around the orbed mirror Society let a man turn into a genocidal creature Fangs pierce through Hands tied, we feel the pain of losing the ones you love the most One by one the poison hits As we cry in mourning While Death was forced to fulfill her deed "God save the cockatrice" Shout the anthem of deceived minds That beg to serve the basilisk The ophidian beast twists around the orbed mirror Society let a man turn into a genocidal Creatures of the world I see It's time to seek foundations, it's time to reach beneath Embrace all the living Hold on to the key: Protect your own flames and Illuminate the ill-lit Blood plunged in evil The poisoned need the cure They need the retrieval The basilisk obscured