Serpent
Morten Veland
Death lurks behind every door
Always there, awaiting my fall
Like a serpent he wait's in silence
For the moment of full compliance
He yearns for my soul
My anxiety burns inside of me
I know what's in store
'Cause death await's behind every door
Death lurks behind every face
He lingers in each and every place
His attendance so guile and vile
Behind every deceitful smile
He yearns for my soul
I yearn to be free
All that I wish for is to rest in peace
If l could be strong
I'd never ever come to this
I would be the chosen one