Jun 30, 2012

Pagan Promise

That which is born of flesh,
Flesh shall consume...
An appetite that worlds could devour
And with a lust beyond all reason...

The season of raining fire...
Consume it all with a simple breath,
Suck the venom from the snake,
Lips of fire, touch of death.

Tortured spirit, tortured flesh,
Pay the price and win the ride,
Oh, fair lady beware your fate,
The serpent will slide his way;
between your tighs...

Suffer unto his pleasures,
The road to hell is poison,
Dripping from his tongue,
Filling you bit by bit,
accursed reminder of paradise...