Nachashel Cage (Ft. Sam Hill)

[Intro]
We accept your offering

[Verse 1]
Witchcraft, the bitch laughed, said, “Which crab you smoking?”
Ripped her neck open and watched her die in slow-motion
All over the altar, see the snakes
Are smiling to reunite the ocean with the siren
The execution followed the path like
Electrocution to unfold the illusion
And whether I did it correctly
Or didn’t, the skin healed where I was bitten
Four puncture holes from fangs, I was smitten
The two-headed serpent suckling forbidden
Flying around with the venom now in the cockpit
Set a goth on fire to light Qliphothic
Ritual under a black moon prophecy
When I made the pact post-apostasy
I can see that your desire's strong
But you were made of clay, thinking you’re fire-born

[Hook]
We're right in Hell where we're supposed to be
As you ride through Hell, I keep you close with me
We're right in Hell where we're supposed to be
As we climb through Hell like we’re not in Hell
Right in Hell like you're supposed to be
As you ride through Hell, I keep you close with me
We're right in Hell like we're supposed to be
As we climb through Hell to Nachashel