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See the emerald spire

Filled with evil and fire

With the King on his throne of the bodies of those who died in search of their desire

Glowing emerald color

Peasants living in terror

Only those with brave enough souls dare enter the emerald spire

They won't return

Angry masses of peasants

Holding pitchforks and fire

Those devilish snakes must burn at the stake so they're storming the emerald spire

So the serpentine sire

Sends out one of his fighters

To turn them to stone and to chew on their bone and build a funeral pyre

They won't return

Countless daughters and sons

No-one ever returned

None prevailed, 'cause all of them failed to kill the Serpent King

Serpent King, ruler of

Mighty lizards and snakes

To his will bend the bravest of men giving hail to the Serpent King

Serpent ruler of evil

Fangs filled with poisonous spit

Bringer of doom and fire

Kneel at his feet and obey

Darkness and disease

Peasants filled with grief

Set their homes ablaze

As their villages burn

They praise the Serpent King