I, The Deceiver کے بول

Speak, o’ witches three Why dost thou linger ‘pon this heath? Force thine knowledge and secrets arcane ‘pon me Fork-tongued symphonies, wicked prophecies Let not light reveal my clandestinity Dark forces move and command with insidious hands unseen I, the deceiver I am the serpent ‘neath the flowers that bloom I, the believer Forfeit the treasure of mine eternal jewel Mind the voice inside Let them crawl, and let fate be my guide Pluck mine eyes from the skull and let blood reign o’er me Venture silently, but curse inwardly Doth the blade in my smile crush divinity? False faces hide what desire may lurk in the heart beneath I, the deceiver I am the serpent ‘neath the flowers that bloom I, the believer Forfeit the treasure of mine eternal jewel Let the dagger lead the way Let the wine of life be spilled Let the night infect the day For the devil I’ve become With blessings left unsaid To the darkness, I succumb Bring the storm ‘pon my head I, the deceiver I am the serpent ‘neath the flowers that bloom I, the believer Forfeit the treasure of mine eternal jewel