In Fear You Run

As Silence Shuts Its Doors

It Came Undone

Now The Poison Gently Pours



And You Will Hear No Laughter

Until That Serpents Feeds

And What You'll Sow Hereafter

Shall Be Only Bitter Seed



Sweet Lusts Of Pain

The Venom In Thin Disguise

Against The Grain

Now The Silence Won't Ease The Cries



Dark Are The Pleasures Spi Forth From Fire

Breathing Down You Neck Like Razors Of Desire