You drown in stagnation, in a world of frustration Your chance for salvation is to weave a cell of fears This stainless collection of countless imperfection A mild satisfaction, a sea of rotten tears This serpentine throne suits you well A place to reign the deepest hell Faded memories, they crawl across the years Reveal your hidden fears A short hesitation on your way to desperation Youll fell the aggravation before divine begins I gaze into a darkened well With madness that erodes my shell Decays burning bleakly in my eyes No way to save our wasted lives Deaths in your soul dear Its in your dreams Its always near What I was meant to be, what I was born to be What will set me free, I was too blind to see Too blind to realize To blind to turn the tides Too blind to see your lies I was too blind to see This serpentine throne suits me well A place where vilest worms do dwell Faded memories They crawl across the years Enraged by all your fears Deaths in your soul dear Its in your dreams, Its always near... Deaths in your soul, dear It is near, its in your dreams, Its always near... Oh, how dare you come into my lair Here in this void, this sanctum Reigns despair... ...and somberly it sleeps it winds, it slowly creeps The end is near... The end is near Take a look around this evil lurks behind you Two thousand years of lies And arrogance that blinds you Nightmares crawl, the serpent in your eye The road of Cain winds on until you die Deaths in your soul dear Its in your dreams Its always near... Deaths in your soul, dear It is here, its in your dreams Its always near... The end is... here
near, dear, blind, always, serpentine