This incantation is spoken by the serpent’s father
Poison drips from the fangs as he seethes and prepares the crypt
For his prey
He sees me, he is waiting
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He waits for the perfect time to strike.
The hunter’s mark, thrill of the hunt, I make the perfect victim
As he wraps his body around mine, I feel the guilt sweep in.
The pressure cracks my ribs, he cracked my ribs
This incantation is spoken by the serpent’s father
Poison drips from the fangs as he seethes and prepares the crypt
For his prey
Captivated by my avarice, I met my fate now who am I to blame
The struggle worse with every breath, I grasp my chest and yet I pray
I grasp my chest, and yet I pray, he held me still, and gazed into my eyes
As he wraps his body around mine, I feel the guilt sweep in.
The pressure cracks my ribs, he cracked my ribs
He held me still and gazed into my eyes, he welcomed me to hell as I died
The corpse was telling me to leave, my deprivation had left me deceived
