Vile Temptress - Booze Control

In the dead of night I stare into the mist

In search of demons you may think do not exist

I am lurking and my trigger fingers itch

The metal in my hand swore vengeance on the witch

The spider’s waiting in its web

Threads are spun, race is run

And she’ll be caught in her own trap

The prey will break down in the end

Tide will turn, she will burn

And into darkness she’ll descend

Oh, I know that you’re as slippery as a snake

Spouting venom from the fire of the stake

Still I’m craving for your desecrated flesh

Soon enough I’m gonna see it turned to ash

Vile temptress of mine

I’ll send you to hell

Vile temptress of mine

I’m caught by your spell

By your spell

In the heat I have come just a bit too close

I drop my weapon as you drop off all your clothes

The light of your seduction hit my eyes and left me blind

Giving way to images of demons in my mind

The spider’s waiting in its web

Threads are spun, one by one

And you’ll be tied up in a snap

The prey’s no longer on the run

Tide has turned, she has returned

The damage cannot be undone