Snakes in the Grass

verse1:

There is a light, transplendent ladder of power,

It casts aside that which it cannot subdue.

It is life and it is death which follows

and it renders conscience seeking its becoming.

Pyramids of grief, pyramids of sorrow,

let them crumble in the dust, others will follow;

As the eagle always preys on the target that it seeks,

a pack of wolves then comes to secure that meadow.

Only that which remains belongs to the timid,

the ever cunning snake that is always craving.

There is fear in our midst, it's the shadow from that light;

Thus together they are being, the essence of our lives.

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verse2:

Gaze into eternity and see a struggle that persists:

The duality of man, intelect and nature.

Some have found that through their will, they can make the world anew;

But it never stays the same as it lacks the balance.

While the other side creates only through their shadow,

Both are easily deceived by this eternal struggle.

Only Middgard has a chance to keep the waters flowing,

Since they live between these sides, they keep the wheel turning.

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breakdown:

The skies are pushed away, as the clouds get darker;

Locusts prey on what remains from the failing crops.

Watchers come, watchers go, they never stay on duty;

Fallen from their posts by being slaves of lust.

Here comes Angrboda, the succubus of old;

Brewing cocktails made with blood to weaken man and his sons.

Beware the serpent, mighty Yormunngandr;

Bred in oceans of deceit, son of Angrboda.