A lady, cold blooded, dressed in tight fitting white
She possesses a mansion
Her home better known as the lair of the white
worm
Her eyes, a deeper green, glowing light in the dark
And at night shes a snake
Dwelling in the pits of the lair of the white
worm
A secret well preserved
Shes lurking in the dark
No-one ever made it back alive
No-one knows it is
her
Monstrosity in a human form
Shes a thing of the night
She transforms in a snake in the lair of the white worm
The pit in
her house goes down to the bowels of the earth
Pray God youll never meet this creature from the deep of the lair of the white
worm
Blood stains on her neck, her breasts
Her eyes show shes aroused
The bodies in the pit, ripped apart, mangled
hard
The screaming of the souls everlast
In the lair of the white worm
Lady Arabella dressed in white
She has diabolical
cunning
Shes moving about in the form of a snake
Disappearing into the impenetrable gloom of the mysterious orifice
Then a
man came around, trying to solve the mystery
Stories became legend became myth and forgotten in the course of history
Secretly,
carefully filling the pit with dynamite
Waiting for the moment to blow out the pit in the lair of the white worm
A secret well
preserved
Shes lurking in the dark
No-one ever made it back alive
On a night in a storm, thunder and lightning lit the
sky
Then the storm, coming near
Lightning hits the heart of the lair of the white worm
With a bang the house explodes
A
roaring scream sounds below
Venom blood, snakeskin pus
A bloody mass splatters from the lair of the white worm
Lead:
Sattler
Leviathan is gone
The white worm is dead