"Scorpio Rising"

Red snakes in the enemy, on the wings of tomorrow's black hour. Hooded eyes, deception is always worth a stab in the back. Mother Mary hold me dear as I burn with your heart in the mammoth mist. Breathing has arrived difficult wisps of air hard to pay with. For goodness has gone too far into the boundaries of demise. Wish one six more to the fanged one, slouched and slow so bad can die.