Hill of the Poison Tree - Miseration

Fields —

Of the dead still burning

Yields —

Them as they keep on turning

In the highest form of

That depraved

Hidden realm of inflicting

My sting

Asphyxiate and bleed

Their years of cleansing

On the hill of the poison tree

Strychnos nox vomica

Think —

If ever spiders or reptiles

Scare you when they’re near

You would not believe

Unless you were really there

The purest veracity

Of that fear

(repeat chorus)

Strychnos — nox vomica!