Scorpions

We arose from restless dead since time before your futile presence an ancient Earth did spore your many variants, which we gladly sting, no matter which holy deity or king you set against. Serqet heals but cannot cure; guardian of Qebehsenuef; brief allure that regards canonic jar of chitterlings, timeless amulet that bears such hollow rings. Our poison always threats your sweet milieu for still we dance a promenade à deux.