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