Serpent Saints Songtext / Lyric

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