Serpents Tongue - Diskreet

Bleed that body dry*

With a mess of flames, sky high

Fear is the mind’s eye

Waiting to strike when she’s prime

She rots and hears the wake of corpses

Like guns firing in the distant heavens

Lights on a whisper, blackens on a scream

The dark falls on me

The serpent waits

Hollow fangs sink under the skin like lies

Traveling to your vitals you start to die

Eyes roll back in your head, blind

You will not cry, I live in this horror

You will not cry, you are my living nightmare

Life seized with her tail viced around your neck

Harder to breathe, veins burst, you choke for air

Asphyxiated

Waiting to soak up this disease

I lay paralyzed

Soaking up what is left of the skies beauty

Its fading It’s coming very quickly

I cannot stop it, I cannot face the things I’ve done

I’ll pay for what I’ve done, I’ll pay it all off in hell