Lyrics Under a Serpent Sun - 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
Heavenly venomous rapture
Stricken numb by fear I fall