Blooming and rotting, she offers what's very strange,
beautiful toxin to paralyze her prey,
With [bad word] rebirth, leave the rest for the earth to choose,
With pedals of demons, she lives in the flower's womb
 
thousand years [bad word]  under the rain
Her soul reveals the pain,
The kiss of the scorpion dripping with morbid taste,
Confess to holy grace
 
Weeping and sinking, she clings to her lover's prayer,
Tarantula biting and stalking with evil stares,
The best breeds the worst, leave the rest for the devil's hand,
With paranoid razors, she acts out the master's plan
 
thousand years [bad word]  under the rain
Her soul reveals the pain,
The kiss of the scorpion dripping with morbid taste,
Confess to holy grace
 
Tarantula bites, scorpion shocks with a kiss