Swallow The Sun

"I grasp the soil from the tomb
and cover my face
This face of a murderer"
Serpents betrayed me
They crawled in my head and betrayed me
Old woods, they misled me
Cut my face and misled me
The owls are not what they seem
They made me do it
Am I a ghost amongst them?
But this blood is real that stains my hands
Tortured by these voices, like flies around me
They chased me here and you invited me in...