The Bleeding Sun - 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?