In the dead of night I stare into the mist In search of demons you may think do not exist I am lurking and my trigger fingers itch The metal in my hand swore vengeance on the witch
The spider's waiting in its web Threads are spun, race is run And she'll be caught in her own trap The prey will break down in the end Tide will turn, she will burn And into darkness she'll descend
Oh, I know that you're as slippery as a snake Spouting venom from the fire of the stake Still I'm craving for your desecrated flesh Soon enough I'm gonna see it turned to ash
Vile temptress of mine I'll send you to hell Vile temptress of mine I'm caught by your spell By your spell
In the heat I have come just a bit too close I drop my weapon as you drop off all your clothes The light of your seduction hit my eyes and left me blind Giving way to images of demons in my mind
The spider's waiting in its web Threads are spun, one by one And you'll be tied up in a snap The prey's no longer on the run Tide has turned, she has returned The damage cannot be undoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
