Thy Serpent - Wounds Of Death Lyrics

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...