Scouts on the Borderline Between the Physical and Spiritual World
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The devil has designed my oath and is waiting to be sure Plenty of his black sheep died before he finds a cure Oh Lord Jesus do you think I served my time The eight legs of the devil now are crawling up my spine The firm hand of the devil now is rocking me to sleep I force my blind eyes open Lord, but I'm sinking in the deep Oh Lord Jesus do you think I served my time The eight legs of the devil now are crawling up my spine Oh Lord Jesus, here are the news from the fires below The eight legs of the devil will not let my people go I go to sleep each evening now, dreaming of the grave I see the friends I used to know, crawling up my legs Oh Lord Jesus do you think I served my time The eight legs of the devil now are crawling up my spine Oh Lord Jesus, here are the news from the fires below The eight legs of the devil will not let my people go
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
We are children of the dawn Looking for the sun Will we ever see it shine In the days to come We are children lost from life Lost forever more Destined to be lonely swans On a lonely shore Friends of old to you we sing A song to close the day Slumber now in peaceful dreams As it fades away Slowly now the darkness falls On the earth so still Like a bird it spreads its wings Over valley, lake and hill Shadows deep crawl ovеr the land Swallowing light and song Yet we can't lеave this windy shore Bound by chains so strong Distant fleeting echoes of yore Of when the dawn was bright Twilight breaks light granite on ice We are children born in night Friends of old to you we sing A song to close the day Slumber now in peaceful dreams As it fades away Slowly now the darkness falls On the earth so still Like a bird it spreads its wings Over valley, lake and hill
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
See me here - a wise old man As full of wisdom, as age God is pure spirit And man is spirit incarnate Once my spirit was separated Separated from my flesh Life is a reign of terror In the shadow of death Reflecting all aspects of nature I feel my blood starts to race I will lay my trust in my own hands
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
I am dreaming of the mountains of my home Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam I have dwelt beneath southern skies Where the summer never dies But my hear is in the mountains of my home I can see the little homestead on the hill I can hear the magic music of the rhyl There is nothing to compare With the love that once was there In the lonely little homestеad on the hill I can see the quiet gravеyard down below Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro And when god my soul will keep It is there I want to sleep With those dear old folks that loved me long ago
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
A kingdom I grant all of you Sons give me your mighty hands Blow winds blow Under the shadow of this holy tree I offer you sleep and rest Sleep and rest This spear, this arm and my best spirits are bent My best spirits are bent Crack all bones and break all necks Blow winds blow A kingdom I grant all of you My beloved perishing fires, daughters are all of you to me My perishing fires It's now or never I have a journey sir - shortly to go My master calls me, I most not say no The weight of this sad time, we must obey Speak what we feel - not what we should say My oath is my profession In wisdom I should honour their namеs My oath is my profession Space to the world that I crеate My oath is my profession And wisdom I give to the world
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
A place to hide from ones own thoughts Where spirit does not guide A silent desert, bright and plain Where souls need not restrain I don't have to die to go to heaven No hollow bones that turn to dust It takes a sacred heart to care for me To heal my wounds with tender touch An echo in another's mind And death will hearken to the stave The sinner with the unpaid bill Will pay you in the grave I don't have to die to go to heaven No hollow bonеs that turn to dust It takes a sacred heart to carе for me To heal my wounds with tender touch
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
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