Oh shiva, Princess of the dying moon a purple break out of your crashing cocoon you found a new appearance to start a new doom whenever a snake charmer plays a martial tune
Everyone will love me in a Cellarful of snakes
Oh shiva, princess of the midnight sun you get the whole empire under the gun you wont stop the extinction till bloodoath is done- You turn loose hell and fire to cut them and run I found her in Arabia I found her lying in a Cellful of snakes