At The Gates Under A Serpent Sun текст песни, слова песни Under A Serpent Sun At The Gates
At The Gates - Under A Serpent Sun
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
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