Mother Of Serpents Lyrics - Death Of The West - Babylon Whores

Oh do not wish for a thing 

'Lest the gods punish you with it all 

The things you're looking for you'll never find 

In this life 

For all the auguries vague 

Oracles drunk with a sulphur spring 

Still sought the three-faced Hecate 

Cursing holes 

On moonless nights 

For what is more 

Forever or never more 

Never or forevermore 

Seek not the glories of the world 

The fleeting beauty of things soon gone 

The flowers of the meadow that spiders suck 

Black as disease 

Don't look for coins in the ground 

Don't turn the roadside carcasses 

And don't you loaf too long on a crossroads 

On moonless nights 

This for good kings of Argos 

This for their gold and silk 

Opium, honey and milk 

Up on the navel of the world 

Beneath the Mother of Serpents 

The fear of life 

Burn our future sibylline 

In the fires of a Roman dream 

Where do we go 

Mother of serpents 

I don't want to know 

The night and Erebus proclaimed 

And threefold Hecate of hundred names 

Who minds or who revenges injured love 

On moonless nights 

Oh don't eat the yellow snow 

And don't you never give all thy heart 

Don't believe the voices of the dead 

On moonless nights 

This for a coin from the ground 

This for what's already mine 

- Never ever look behind 

Our mother of the Serpents