The Bull and the Serpent Lyrics

Dazzled by the thick fumes
Trussed up on a raised platform
-like Procrustes made to fit-
Aged only seventeen

Wry smile on the priestess' mouth
Dangling from her exposed neck
Necklace made of the Bull's horns
A bronze dagger in her hands

Surrender to the fury of the ancient gods
Appease the wrath of Ariadne
The whole city trembles and shakes
A human life will quench her thirst

For countless years
You laid here, completely forgotten
A pile of bones, the only sign
That you ever existed

Left to die in the priestess' hands
Unprotected and alone
to please the snake Goddess and the Bull

Took three thousand years for someone to find you
They can only take a guess at what you once were

Why did you even exist? Bred for human sacrifice

Ariadne on her throne
Looking down on the fools
Laughing with a frightening roar
Crushing the once proud city