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