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At the bottom of the lake

In the deepest chasm, in the breast of earth

Lies the Amaru in wait

Double-headed serpent, chaos is his mirth

When the temple of your gods collapse

Do you cower or do you fight?

Cut the head off of the snake

Or you’ll find yourself kneeling to its might

CHORUS:

Do you feel the stir of hell where your doubts and weakness dwell?

Is the Amaru awake?

Do you feel the waking of the snake?