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?