Snake And Apple

Hands that favor death
Blood that poisons souls

You are the judge
You are the death

Tears that accuse life
Veins that pulse pain

You run out if this nightmare
You run out of this poisons
You run out of this suffering
Your sins are coming for you

You are the sin
You don’t have another choice

From the skies the enchanting figure
The box that was delivered
Of tender sounds
Creates the fire that consumes flesh
The fire that consumes blood
All spirit inside your body

Between the snake and apple
It shall be your mentor
Between Heaven and Earth
It shall be your collusion

You are the judge
You are death

Fire that burning dreams
Crows that eating meet

You run out if this nightmare
You run out of this poisons
You run out of this suffering
Your sins are coming for you