You can run through nails and fire.
And hide in every shadow.
But I taste you on my tongue.
The grip of the cobra is near.

Vultures swarm the sky.
Its the stench of your death they stalk.
Soon we will intertwine.
The grip is of cobra is near.

Vibrations of sound consume me.
Leading my way to you.
It's animal magnetism.
The grip of the cobra is near.

Destruction is my will.
You will drink the venom of my blood.
You will die before me in fear.
The grip of the Cobra is near.

You voice has no reason.
No one will hear your plea.
Your silenced in torture.
Your words fall on deaf ears.
The grip of the cobra is near.