Sadistik, Kno - Serpens lyrics
[Sadistik, Kno - Serpens lyrics]
I am the Bringer of the Light
The singer of the demons and
The feeder of the fires
The keeper of the lie people
Use to free their minds
Kush burns when burning Bushes bloom
Their secrets in the night
I am seven headed hydra you
Cremated all the angels
The Heaven-sent pariah you created
As a scapegoat
I watched you plant a poison seed
"for surely you will diе"
So am I the Great Decеiver or the
Person in the sky? Tell me why
I am The Shepherd of the Sheep
The curer of the lepers and
The shelter for the weak
I am the conscience in your
Head before you speak, i am everything
Without the suffering and grief you’d
Never hear the Heavens ring
I made the Serpens to present
Them with a choice
I pulled you from the stars while
They listened to your voice
So now who’s the real victim
The created or creator?
I gave the world beauty and they
Blame it on the Savior, look
Why would you create a wooden cross
To watch your son die?
There’s not a sunrise I wouldn’t cross
To watch the son rise
I’m tired of the cryptic speech
Riddles and the mystery
When misery is present you don’t
Fix it or give sympathy
You clipped my wings I used to
Be an angel you remember that?
If I recall Non Serviam was
Your choice of epitaph
I always do the dirty
Work punishing the sinners
I’m the hero that the world deserves
You’re nothing but an image
What if suffering’s a gift to learn
The value of the moments?
And Serpens necessary to
Deliver their atonement?
That’s bullshit the only Hell I see
Is the world you made
You never understood the real meaning
So you lurk in flames
You stripped them naked then made them
Feel only shame for it
I script the sacred they disobeyed
And they paid for it
Self-righteous demagogue applauding when they
Writhe in vain
While you’re right as rain you write the
Rain until they die in pain
The singer of the demons and
The feeder of the fires
The keeper of the lie people
Use to free their minds
Kush burns when burning Bushes bloom
Their secrets in the night
I am seven headed hydra you
Cremated all the angels
The Heaven-sent pariah you created
As a scapegoat
I watched you plant a poison seed
"for surely you will diе"
So am I the Great Decеiver or the
Person in the sky? Tell me why
I am The Shepherd of the Sheep
The curer of the lepers and
The shelter for the weak
I am the conscience in your
Head before you speak, i am everything
Without the suffering and grief you’d
Never hear the Heavens ring
I made the Serpens to present
Them with a choice
I pulled you from the stars while
They listened to your voice
So now who’s the real victim
The created or creator?
I gave the world beauty and they
Blame it on the Savior, look
Why would you create a wooden cross
To watch your son die?
There’s not a sunrise I wouldn’t cross
To watch the son rise
I’m tired of the cryptic speech
Riddles and the mystery
When misery is present you don’t
Fix it or give sympathy
You clipped my wings I used to
Be an angel you remember that?
If I recall Non Serviam was
Your choice of epitaph
I always do the dirty
Work punishing the sinners
I’m the hero that the world deserves
You’re nothing but an image
What if suffering’s a gift to learn
The value of the moments?
And Serpens necessary to
Deliver their atonement?
That’s bullshit the only Hell I see
Is the world you made
You never understood the real meaning
So you lurk in flames
You stripped them naked then made them
Feel only shame for it
I script the sacred they disobeyed
And they paid for it
Self-righteous demagogue applauding when they
Writhe in vain
While you’re right as rain you write the
Rain until they die in pain