Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Dźwięk


Interfejs


Poziom trudności


Akcent



język interfejsu

pl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Polityka Cookie   |   Wsparcie   |   FAQ
1
zarejestruj się / zaloguj
Lyrkit

podarować

5$

Lyrkit

podarować

10$

Lyrkit

podarować

20$

Lyrkit

I/lub wesprzyj mnie w mediach społecznościowych. sieci:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Boondox

They Pray With Snakes (Remix)

 

They Pray With Snakes (Remix)

(album: Punkinhed - 2007)


I can hear them screaming through the forest at night [echoes]
Snakes [repeat and echoes]

In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away
In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood
The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells
They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
People walking right by, but never notice the screams
A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these
pages
of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!

Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds,
of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine?
No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black
thirsty for the blood hound murder contact
Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners
Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging!
And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot
Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep
Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees
The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze
Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed
the secrets of a small town kept locked away...

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!

(On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering
the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him... to
church...he is a serpent handler)

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind

zrobione

Czy dodałeś wszystkie nieznane słowa z tej piosenki?