Thy Serpent - Wounds of Death


Leave, O leave me to my grief 
Here i'll sit and fade away 
Till i'm nothing but a spirit 
And rid of this form of clay 

Death who sets all free 
Hath paid my ransom and thro' 
the gloom he'll see my shadow 
Hear my voice upon the breeze 

Life to death is crown or shame 
What glorious hands gave me 
wounds of death? 
My own psychical mind... 
My own psychical mind... 

....which never gave me peace in 
earthly life...

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