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• Artiste: Entombed A.D.
• Titre: Serpent Saints
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Money, greed and constant fear The smell of death is everywhere Got you frozen in your track And rolling over on your back You know me, devil inside You know me godless and wild You know me, to each his own But they just won't leave you alone Sons of the morning Princes of the world Black angels of the herd Part of the system No way we ain't We are serpent saints The little bit of you that got away Reason lasts but for a while Kill like it's going out of style And with a price upon her head Your mother starts to kook like bread Sons of the morning Princes of the world Black angels of the herd Part of the system No way we ain't We are serpent saints Redeem the lost tribes I was buried alive In the age of disgrace Waiting to be saved With lies in the blood You will never see the day Rise from the grave You serpent saints I'm the bit of you that got away With the world at your feet Control alternate delete And when it's time to thin the herd Make ten amendments to the word Sons of the morning Goddess absurd Black angels of the herd Part of the system Hell no we ain't We are serpent saints Sons of the morning Gods of the worm Black angels of the herd Part of the system Hell no we ain't We are serpent saints Living and dying We are serpent saints Cheating and lying We are serpent saints Killing and crying We are serpent saints There's no denying We are serpent saints