That which is the most clandestine
Is the most perilous as well
That which is the most clandestine
Is the most perilous as well
By the curse of the serpent, I am cursed
By his creeping I shall be ruined
His sting in my heel was but a start
And along with death, afterwards
Through my ears, through my eyes
He has invaded into my heart
Through the holes in my very soul
In me the serpent works in secrecy
His presence I do not notice
One of his greatest deeds
When I sin, none perceives
His undeniable master deed
I sin so secretly even I don't see
Not that the Devil is within me
But that I've become the devil for myself
I do not only hold an adder on my chest
But for my own self I am that serpent
Let your serpent of brass be ever-present in me
Let him heal this wound, stung by the serpent of old
May the lion of Judah stand protecting me
Against the roaring lion, seeking whom to devour
Grant me the wisdom of serpent to guard me
Against the wickedness of the serpent
Serpent of brass against the serpent of old
Lion of Judah against the one that roars
And the spirit or your Dove against them both
Against the roaring and the wicked ones