A beast with thousand eyes, eternal in size
With hidden rage, it casts its gaze

Behind the broken skies and dying dreams
There is no sleep, for a blessed relief
Snake made of tar, sticks the skin of the earth
Two steps from God, it rests in calm

Thin strings of smoke, emerge from dirt
The uncollected toll, of life is due

Behind the broken skies and dying dreams
There is no sleep, for a blessed relief
Snake made of tar, sticks the skin of the earth
Two steps from God, it rests in calm

In calm

Before the storm, before the fall
There's a distant glow, a burn afar

Behind the broken skies and dying dreams
There is no sleep, for a blessed relief
Snake made of tar, sticks the skin of the earth
Two steps from God, it rests in calm