9.The Madness Of Serpents
For you I will make a world devoid of love
And I'll make your love to fill the void
One eye sees glory, the other does cry, the Third sees Truth and
grows blind
For I am alike unto whited graves
As I appear, beautiful in skin
But within I am filled with dead man's bones
And of all Unclean and Sin
Move to me in wild contortions
Enchant me with blight and sore
Yes, move to me you fucking Whore
Into the madness of Serpents.
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