I've kissed the stars
Held thou'st earth
Spoken tongues unknown to thee
Fire burns within my hearth
The purest breed known
Evolutions conspiracy
A child born of angel's blood
It is a true tragedy
I am alone to this
For knowledge is a sin
Bled by those praising god
Fallen Angel's only kin
The Children of the Wyrme arise
They are the ones who guard
Speaking to gods and demons alike
Tongues cut, lips sewn shut
Coffers are the reapers of faith
Kissing the wounds of christ
Their golden lips heal the invisible wound
Yet, it is us whom were staked
Burning upon your cross
Your lost glory we'll regain or die
We shall peer through seams
To find through her where to lie...
The Children of the Wyrme are born again
