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

Heavenly venomous rapture

Stricken numb by fear I fall