Lyrics:

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

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

Asphyxiate and bleed
Their years of cleansing
On the hill of the poison tree
Strychnos nox vomica

Strychnos - nox vomica!