Curse the serpent sire   It spoils beneath the mire   Six shades of green are seething   Corrupted by it’s breathing   Its breath is rife with disease   Black winds across the southeast   The blood sweating war beast      This hell of sucking earth and wounds   Where it feeds believers lie   This stench of burning mud and flesh   Where it wades the waters dry   This heat insalubriously dark   Where it breathes the air is taint   This beast lord of halt and sick   Where it treads all is lost      Name it that loathes naming   Nine heads with eyes blazing   Kobold from the windstar   Plague that rules in chthonia   Winding like the Mekong   Monsoon raining napalm   Skies were black for so long      Repeat 2nd verse      Bane is wicked, so wicked   Bane is wicked, so wicked   Bane is wicked, so wicked   Land is sick, so sick   Land is sick, so sick   Land is sick, so sick   Sky is black, so black   Sky is black, so black   Sky is black, so black      From the highland to the sea   Poison river flowing east   Trail of war follows beast   The lord is serpentine