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 f**ing who*e
Into the madness of Serpents