Текст песни
Howl thrice Bite thrice Three heads of the vice
If two heads are better than one, then it's time to add another
In the place where is no sun, quantitities are really matter
One head craves for the bottle's kiss,
One head snaps on a serpent's hiss,
Third one stares with hollow eyes
And feasts upon it's own damn lies
The tempting, toxic, tender bliss,
The filth that spreads like a disease,
The fancy flesh that never pleases,
The rampant rage that never ceases
Howl thrice Bite thrice Maul thrice
Howl thrice Bite thrice Maul thrice
Three heads of the vice
Three heads of the vice
First head snaps with hungry greed,
On power, wealth it loves to feed
It gnaws the bones of all you own,
And turns your heart bloodied stone
The second pants with lustful breath,
And leads you true to moral death
It offers pleasures sharp and deep,
And secrets that your soul will keep
Third head spews it's venom hate,
And seals for you a bitter fate
All three ensures your demise,
A triple threat you'll patronize
The tempting, toxic, tender bliss,
The filth that spreads like a disease,
The fancy flesh that never pleases,
The rampant rage that never ceases
