Profanum

Here it is: the land of serpent
The garden of fire
Blue moon soon shall burn
As every night my vision is born
Serpents are born by night
here and everywhere
Without bodies like candles gleam
You parlysed victim
You will lie now and ever
In creeping mass of blackened evil
Bound by fiery chains
Salamandra's tongue
You'll serve us forever
Here it is: two crowns path
Red of yours
My torture's thorns...