[Intro – Spoken in a dark whisper over clean, eerie guitar and distant choir] "Take... one... bite... Join us... in the dark... forever..."[Verse 1 – Mid-tempo chugging riffs] In the shadow of the castle, where the moonlight turns to rust She offered me salvation, in the form of crimson dust One bite and the world fades, sweet venom on my tongue Now I bow before the altar where the poisoned fruit is hung Tattoos of blackthorn branches crawling down my skin Whispers in the orchard call the faithful ones within We drink the juice of rebellion, we wear the serpent’s crown The queen is dead, long live the cult – we’re never coming down [Pre-Chorus – Building tension, faster drums] Feel the fire in your veins, let the madness take control Bite deeper, my brothers, surrender to the soul... [Chorus – Massive, anthemic, gang vocals + Snow White’s powerful clean/scream mix] Poison Apple Cult! Raise the blackened fruit on high! Poison Apple Cult! In the garden we all die! Sweet death, sweet death, eternal night we crave Bite the apple, break the chains, descend into the grave! Poison Apple Cult! We are legion, we are damned Poison Apple Cult! With her blood upon our hands! [Verse 2 – Heavier, groovier riffs] Seven axes swinging under torchlight in the mine We forge the blades of vengeance, cross the holy line No prince will ever save her, no kiss can break this spell We chose the dark forever — welcome to our hell! The mirror lies no longer, the truth is carved in bone We worship at her altar made of iron, glass, and stone From the forest to the throne room, hear the cultists scream her name Snow White eternal, queen of rot and flame! [Pre-Chorus – Even heavier] Feel the venom in your blood, let the darkness make you whole Bite deeper, my brethren — lose your mortal soul! [Chorus – Even bigger] Poison Apple Cult! Raise the blackened fruit on high! Poison Apple Cult! In the garden we all die! Sweet death, sweet death, eternal night we crave Bite the apple, break the chains, descend into the grave! Poison Apple Cult! We are legion, we are damned Poison Apple Cult! With her blood upon our hands! [Bridge / Breakdown – Slow, crushing, spoken/screamed over palm-muted chugs] (Growled) This is our communion… This is our salvation… One bite… and you belong… To the CULT! [Guitar Solo – Blistering lead over symphonic layers, then massive double-kick breakdown] [Final Chorus – Explosive, choir-backed, full throttle] Poison Apple Cult! The throne is ours tonight! Poison Apple Cult! We rule the endless night! Sweet death, sweet death, our empire made of bone Snow White is rising — on her poisoned throne! Poison Apple Cult! Forever we remain… Poison Apple Cult! In rot and glory… we reign! [Outro – Slow, fading with evil laughter and choral "Heigh-Ho… into darkness we go…"] One bite… Forever… Poison Apple… Cult…
