Snakes in disquise With the lust in their eyes The power, the greed The sin is their need
Temples of gold Keep their blood running cold The lies, deceit Are boots on their feet
Fear of the flames Makes them masters of games How many fools They used as their tools
Their faith is so strong They could never go wrong "Sun is fallin' from the sky All you sinners gonna die!"
Snakenest! They hold their crown Snakenest! They keep us down Snakenest! Friends of God Snakenest! Filthy mob
They’re waging the wars Spending millions on their toys The hammer, the sword in the name of the Lord
They’re pulling the strings And the fire beggins Nations erased Salvation embraced
Fear of the flames Makes them masters of games How many fools They used as their tools
Their faith is so strong They could never go wrong "Sun is fallin' from the sky All you sinners gonna die!"
Snakenest! They hold their crown Snakenest! They keep us down Snakenest! Friends of God Snakenest! Filthy mob
Snakenest! They hold their crown Snakenest! They keep us down Selling faith of angry God Soul collectors, filthy mob Snakenest They hold their crownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
