Xasthur - Inner Sanctum Surveillance lyrics

Restless as the skies Temptation, bloomed, found room to rise And snatching breaths between Her thighs He crawled to Eve... At dead of night, the sticky clime Smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining Angel Palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won He deftly spun A web of for the one Great sacred tree Bej**elled and lit As if a thousand shades did flit About boughs of forbidden lore Hidden for the want of more!