In fear you run   As silence shuts its doors   It came undone   Now the poison gently pours      And you will hear no laughter   Until that serpents feeds   And what you'll sow hereafter   Shall be only bitter seed      Sweet lusts of pain   The venom in thin disguise   Against the grain   Now the silence won't ease the cries      Dark are the pleasures spi forth from fire   Breathing down you neck like razors of desire