They came in droves Scattered from the earth and stone Each passing wave they overthrow Rushed from their holes Crawling through the cracks in thrall A fever dream or so it seems Snakes singing, no sins atoned Rats gnashing our broken bones Relentless desecration All life cleaved from creation The wretched bear the broken crown Awake to chains that are bound to their throne Praise the shrine built of old ghosts and bones Through the cracks, within the waste, from the holes With the rats and snakes we roam Send them away Alight the fields and turn their graves Of only ashes will remain Recite the holy scriptures once foretold New rite of passage takes ahold Snakes singing, no sins atoned Rats gnashing our broken bones Relentless desecration All life cleaved from creation The wretched bear the broken crown Awake to chains that are bound to their throne Praise the shrine built of old ghosts and bones Through the cracks, within the waste, from the holes With the rats and snakes we roam Bound to their throne Built of old ghosts and bones The snakes will rise As the rats will roam