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