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