Sounding the horns of storm
The vipers descend on the fortress
Searing the city with poison and hate
They divide the people, crowd them into little rooms
Where they sit silently, watching, waiting
For the sun to rise again, and safety to return
The vipers leave the city and come again at dusk
Unseen, untrusted, felt through the dark corridors of the heart
Evil raconteurs in the null vortex
Evil vipers in the null vortex