Cold is the strand old its soil Beneath frozen sand The worm uncoils Between two stones Between two worlds Between writhing bones Between bodies curled Bitter is the scent of young Proud seething elder one Bite the stone, bite the serpent stone Between madness and beyond Call ghosts of the unborn Hatch the stone, hatch the serpent stone Gaze held high Leave the mark Of fangs and despise To newborn bark As shall I gorge the venom As shall you seize the blood Strong as defiance comes While mine is barren and stark So suffers the slowest of us And shares all sins of us Spit on the stone, spit on the serpent stone Within whole world unmade Old viper of iron shade Shed the skin, shed the serpent skin Deceiveth thou my waning breath For I have devoured the eternity Eyes wide blind with hue of death Knowing the lie of good from evil So shall I sway, So shall you crawl, So shall we trail The crooked paths of Seithr