The Serpent

Look in my eyes
You'll always see a serpent
Run from the dark

You'll always always feel it
Down your spine
Try me and suffer
Impure from holy wood
Where angels fall

Cause I put a spell on you
And I broke your book of rules
I put a spell on you
And I am the truth

Flooding your gates
My storm is a disturbance
Can you explain
Your doorway's always hiding

Try me and suffer
Impure from holy wood
Where angels fall

Cause I put a spell on you
And I broke your book of rules
I put a spell on you
And I am the truth