Viperface کے بول

Beware the platinum dart of my trifurcate tongue My firm cold hand handles lethal sharp words to summon Remorseless fierce logic to dethrone you, annihilate you Fire, pyres, in flames my power lives on Iron grip to rip, there's no blame, no sin Fire, fierce desire, crush the claws to win I'll hit the husk on the cross till the remains pour out Out off your innards we'll have wisdom, reason and doubt My chaste is bare, strike it, I dispute you, I defy you Steel strings, whip strikes, hatred, rage, fury unbound Iron grip to rip, there's no blame, no sin Fire, fierce desire, crush the claws to win Throne made of gold, human shit, place of the king Foolish pride, body clad with dirty sheets Like a shroud his outcome he eats with lust With a thrust, while the blood is boiling Cries now arise, from his mouth vipers pour out Perfid eyes eager to poison the weak, sucking in Tentacles chaining the king Sacred blood, food to raise my anger