The Widow's Bane - Ancestral Ray lyrics

Sweet baby boy, Rattlesnake in his hand, Grinnin' from the bottom Of the cradle I stand Like a proud father would, Who slipped into fatherhood like a trance. If a proud father could, He would give his boy a fighting chance. I'm feelin' scared; I can't remember what for. Think there's somethin' dark Movin' under the floor. My boy's outta snakes And he's hungry for more. But my bones were set broken at birth, So I can't move to the door. I'm beggin' him, "Please son, behave. I'm doin' all I can to save All our ancestors gave. Can't you hear them calling you from the grave?" Tears are wellin' up Like tar in his eyes. My blood is runnin' thick As the fog outside. There's a ghost in the corner And she's tellin' me to run and hide. My boy's eyes are red now And he's growin' in size. I recall the crooked sound Of a music box by my bed; And the demons in my daddy's eyes That his crooked smile hid. I can see the snakes Movin' underneath his skin. I guess I was Faust then; But now I'm him--but now I'm him I wake to the whispers Of my boys forked tongue. There's a chill in the room Makin' the spiders run. There's a pause--like a silent space-- After you co*k a gun. I'm thinkin' to myself, "My God, what have I done?" I'm askin' him, "Son, do you think that you're brave To cast out all that I gave? Well, you can't k** the slaves Because we'll be callin' you from the grave. We're your Ancestral Ray."