Blooming and rotting, she offers what's very strange
A beautiful toxin to paralyze her prey
With death comes rebirth, leave the rest for the earth to choose
With pedals of demons, she lives in the flower's womb

A thousand years of rust, 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

A thousand years of rust, 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