Serpent Wisdom - Tales Of Dark

Forced to endure throughout our pestilence

As the gift of life turns to curse

From the confines of sepulchres

Voices for vengeance cry

Souls flit about their desolate tombs

The unborn smell death in the wombs

Still, we warble of the light to come

Yet hope faids as the dark prevails

The endless chantings discordant now stand

As we ourselves with prayers blind

Words of salvation and comfort known are not

Is there but no light to shine upon

Can there be no light which shadow will not make?

The depth to which the gory scars go suits

The length of time in which they do not heal

There comes light with sacred visions

There lies hope within faith

The strong last and the awakened remain

We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit

Let them fall in misery

Compassion be the vice of us

And thus we resent it all

Shall not stand with ones who cry

Aloud their folly, ye shall be as ye are

Begone you warps, you bended minds

Fear shall not come upon me

Mute is now the ground of ours

Ends one, begins another

There is light before thine eyes

A light desired, much desirable