An again the sea of wasted, wasted scent of Venus
Venus casts down the decry
Decry tainted spice red, red is the number of the spider
Spider's web rehearsed acidic
Acid creates the pattern
Pattern marked onto naked flesh and the flesh is now grass
Tall grass that cloaks the serpent, the serpent that which births the stone
The stone is inscribed with "law", but the "law" conflicts with virtue
And virtue sheds a 1,000 tears
Tears upon which you Trample, and drown becomin again serpent