Under A Serpent Sun – At The Gates

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


Lyric Under A Serpent Sun – At The Gates