Your Fiery Grasp Wraps Around Him Like A Serpent
Slowly Poisoning His Mind Lacking Repent
Your Tantalizing Fruit Plagues His Mind
Leaving His Heart And Soul Behind
The Abyss Of The Night Engulfs My Being
Fear Fills The Innocent Eyes Of Seeing
My Tortured Soul Lets Out A Moan Of Despair
All In The Game Of Love And War Is Fair