Fields -
Of the dead still burning
Yields -
Them as they keep on turning
In the highest form of
That depraved
Hidden realm of inflicting
My sting
(chorus)
Asphyxiate and bleed
Their years of cleansing
On the hill of the poison tree
Strychnos nox vomica
Think -
If ever spiders or reptiles
Scare you when they're near
You would not believe
Unless you were really there
The purest veracity
Of that fear
(repeat chorus)
Strychnos - nox vomica!