In the land of my ancient ones
They born from fire
With the fragance of the death
Dwelling in the land
Rising with might
They come from fire
The reverence rise
Rise high
Serpent gods
rise high
White smoke
Bringing magic rites
We awake the smoke
We summon the snake
Through burning flames
Rise high
Serpent gods
Rise high
White smoke
Making sublime
The welcome of the gods
They said they speak
They said they praise
They said they health
Serpents ov smoke
They born from fire
And rises with might
They said the live
They said they protect
They said the clean
They said they speak
They said they praise
They said they health
Serpents ov smoke

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