At The Gates [Slaughter of the Soul 1995] - 4. Under A Serpent Sun | Текст песни

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• At The Gates [Slaughter of the Soul 1995]
• 4. Under A Serpent Sun

Web of corruption thick with deceit
The language of destruction, the slughter of the meek

Under a serpent sun - we shall all live as one

No rest for the wicked, the children of god
The final retribution, the final curtain torn
Within us - the falmes of the end
Survival of the fittest, the hunt for the sacred game

Under a serpent sun - we shall all live as one

Children of chaos - born of the holocaust seed
Inherit the addiction, angels of genocide breed
Within us - the falmes of the end
Survival of the fittest, the hunt for the sacred game

Under a serpent sun - we shall all live as one

Sweetfleshed, hellbent creature
Artist of the fevered soul
Heavenly venomous rapture
Stricken numb by fear I fall

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