Thy Serpent - Wounds Of d**h lyrics

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 d**h 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 d**h is crown or shame What glorious hands gave me wounds of d**h? My own psychical mind... My own psychical mind... ....which never gave me peace in earthly life...