The Madness of Serpents - The Devil's Blood

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