Ophidian Forest - The Ophidian Amulet lyrics

The scent of rotten leaves arises From the stones of old Which give eternal birth To fungi, algea, moss and mould The air could suffocate a man In numbers far and few But plentiful the sounds of snakes Which cut through morning dew Within the realm of Yuan-Ti The snake-god rules supreme Within the realm of twilight Neither life nor d**h or dream And with the god's cold-blooded might He summons snakes of sorts malign Their venom shall coagulate The Ourobouros sign Spewed forth to woods of pagan men Heralded by sunset Born at the sound of thunder The Ophidian Amulet