Sacrapos - At First Glance - Eluveitie

In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire

Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality

Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your

back

You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness, and have no

premonition of their effect on you

A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you with algid satisfaction,

as in her sinister mind, you become her prey, her treasure, a sacrifice on the

altar of her own lust

Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise, disembodied fiend waving through her

gaze.

Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness, she leaves you with no

chance of escape

From what is happening in your mind

She hasn’t come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh

She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance