The Serpent کے بول

Look in my eyes You'll always see a serpent Run from the dark You'll always always feel it Down your spine Try me and suffer Impure from holy wood where angels fall Cause I put a spell on you And I broke your book of rules I put a spell on you And I am the truth Flooding your gates My storm is a disturbance Can you explain Your doorway’s always hiding Try me and suffer Impure from holy wood Where angels fall Cause I put a spell on you And I broke your book of rules I put a spell on you And I am the truth