Bed Of Snakes
(Lyrics: Tristán I. / Andrés P. / Pablo E.)
You came to realize, you saw it in the eye
Full of misery, your whole world turned black
I knew it, you knew it, there was no doubt
I don't understand why we played with this
A part of me was broken and you just let my nights go by
And from the beginning knowing that this was the end
I was drowned where the mountain streams flood
I was immersed in a void of untrue lust
From nothingness and pain my rebirth began
I'm free of those burning chains and embers dust
You made my bed of snakes
I could see it in your eyes of hate
Your mind creations, your obliteration
Your own poison, my liberation
Now that you despise my gift
Now that I know what my path is
I'm slithering like a snake in the mud
I'm shedding my skin in the leaden dark
A crown falling down the stairs
Cutting off the head of the snakes
Is the only thing they understand
I was drowned where the mountain streams flood
I was immersed in a void of untrue lust
From nothingness and pain my rebirth began
I'm free of those burning chains and embers dust
You made my bed of snakes
I could see it in your eyes of hate
Your mind creations, your obliteration
Your own poison, my liberation
credits
from Bed Of Snakes,
released June 26, 2020
The album was recorded in December 2019 in Auryn Studios. Mixed and Mastered in Auryn Studios in March 2020.
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