Текст песни Solemn They Await - A Serpent's Conclave

As the jaded moon descends upon ashen lands,
Where ghouls mass in ethereal swarms
As the winds howl from beneath the nether and
From the archaic monolith of unholy creation

As the horizon begins to fade;
Antediluvian screams cry from beyond
Howls from before the beginning of time
And before the beginning of creation

Trapped in timeless meditation
Serpents from Archean aeons
Dream without dawn.

Serpent! Serpent! Serpents Conclave

Stipulating the demise of the present race;
Supporting its life through the brutalities of the Kali Yuga
And ushering into existence a future race,
They thrive on the malice of their reigning progeny.