Under A Serpent Sun

(álbum: Slaughter Of The Soul - 1995)

Web of corruption thick with deceit
The language of destruction, the slaughter 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 flames 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 holocaust seed
Inherit the addiction, angels of genocide breed
Within us the flames 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

Stricken numb by fear I fall