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?