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 contortion
Enchant me with blight and sore
Yes, move to me, you fucking whore
Into the Madness of Serpents