Birth by Trial (Sweden) Lyrics

An oceans waves and a lidless eye
A serpent fire in their pride
An astral sea, fruitful with seed
No bridge woven yet of me

Lend me a glance at the door
Dressed in celestial splendor
A substance of aerial poetry
Left me in the streets to bleed

Open wounds from the claws on my back
A serene sky slowly turning into black
How much for this strive of creation?
Barely a reward, and no salvation