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...
|
|
-----------------
|
Wounds Of Death
|
| Thy Serpent |
