Fields - Of the dead still burning Yields - Them as they keep on turning In the highest form of That depraved Hidden realm of inflicting My sting (Chorus) Asphyxiate and bleed Their years of cleansing On the hill of the poison tree Strychnos nox vomica Think - If ever spiders or reptiles Scare you when they're near You would not believe, Unless you were really there The purest veracity Of that fear (Repeat chorus) Strychnos - nox vomica!