Three Withered Spirits

Good night my fiend,

we are one in our own suffering grace.

This ritual begins and now we can enjoy our death.

Good night failed seraph

Maybe you'll see the world of men.

Through your eyes, through your flesh

and through your mind, where we were sharing dead

And now my third thought,

do you want to stay with me and fly over the sea?

Don't speak to me of grief when you're full of hate,

because our serpent is so strong and fast

She's the path at the end of the light,

Can you feel the serpent?

She's the path at the end of the light,

Can you feel the serpent?

We've ripped the fine layer with the dagger of grief

and still we bleed black mud

They speak for me when the wings of the crow break the silence

of our other soul

Walk; walk with me through this horrifying fire

Can you feel the serpent?

Walk; walk with me through this horrifying fire

I see the stairs to

Walk with me again my fiend, the saints are going down

And now we feel the serpent stretching our neck

Master, raise me, raise me

Against the waters, we will descend to the ground

to die and then emerge again upon the throne of light

Master, raise me, raise me

Good night my fiend,

we are one in our own suffering grace.

This ritual begins and now we can

We've ripped the fine layer with the dagger of grief

and still we bleed black mud

They speak for me when the wings of the crow break the silence

of our other soul

She's the path at the end of the light,

Can you feel the serpent?

She's the path at the end of the light,

Can you feel the serpent?