Anon

Love bears a serpent high on holy cross
 From whence came loss
 Flags of the prophet wave in a bromide march
 of chromium dusk
 Hymns, stay wronged from a cheap funerary arch
 Impatient though I am
 As your servant I'll breathe fire
 Once had, fools stand
 Stand, said I
 More than I
 More than I can fight
 'Cause I won't find more than I
 Love bears our serpent high
 Love bears our serpent high
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 Great stands the burden poor, the leaden soul
 Our cast, windblown
 Stoned out of Eden
 Storied on every road
 To where, once known
 Mysts would gather
 'Round our tears and tide
 As auspicious this form of life
 It makes prodigious these paths to I
 Once had, fools stand
 Stand, said I
 More than I
 More than I can fight
 'Cause I won't find more than I
 Love bears our serpent high
 Love bears our serpent high
 Love bears our serpent high