The serpent, mother's symbol, coils around the bronze cup brimming with poisoned wine,
A shadow vast, leading him down paths of betrayal and sin.
Before the temple's flickering candlelight he stands,
Blood on his hands—a stain no prayer can cleanse.
The serpent, mother's symbol, coils around the bronze cup brimming with poisoned wine,
A shadow vast, leading him down paths of betrayal and sin.
Before the temple's flickering candlelight he stands,
Blood on his hands—a stain no prayer can cleanse.