THY SERPENT LYRICS

1. Deathbearer

The first rays of morning come
Again I'm stuck in front of the window
Everything is disconsolate, grey
Nothing to heal my wounds today

Still I think of moments past
Recall the dead and the living
So many death's agonies
It tears me away from this life

A twisted mind kills from the inside
I've been made into the deathbearer
It persecuted and crushed the mind
Thoughts distorted eternally

I no longer feel the fear of death
It is life that deprives everything
Where have you all gone?
All that lies under the soil is just a shell

The sun sets into the horizon
Again night conquers day
Again I can forget
Sleep kills the pain of life...

...tomorrow I awake no more

2. 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...

3. Sleep In Oblivion

Tonight he'll cross the frontier into the unknown
Gone is all earthly pain and spiritual misery
Sometimes 'tis better to leave than stay
If all that waits is this cold world

Waiting to step into the beyond
Letting oneself to drain of life
Soon the voices will go quiet
and the air will go cold
Death is what heals the wounds of life

The days of your years you've suffered
You have deserved that one final sleep
Tomorrow your eye will not move anymore
And the greatest of sorrows will not return

Into so pale you have slept
Gone are the shadows of yesterday
Your soul did not leave you
Not into heaven, not into hell

4. Parasites

Who needs misery and evil
For being alive?

Who creates his own enemies,
In order to look like a rescuer?

Who share pity, to oppress
The already oppressed?
Christians!

Missionary work free of charge?
The price for that is
Your (brain-washed) soul to god.

Millions of christians:
Stupidity begets stupidity.
Final result for this thing:
Is the death of a small mind.







THY SERPENT LYRICS