The Serpent - Myrkur

Look in my eyes

You’ll always see a serpent

Run from the dark

You’ll always always feel it

Down your spine

Try me and suffer

Impure from holy wood

Where angels fall

Cause I put a spell on you

And I broke your book of rules

I put a spell on you

And I am the truth

Flooding your gates

My storm is a disturbance

Can you explain

Your doorway’s always hiding

Try me and suffer

Impure from holy wood

Where angels fall

Cause I put a spell on you

And I broke your book of rules

I put a spell on you

And I am the truth