Serpentine Medea Lyrics & Chords By The Year Of Our Lord

Time for the Serpent to die, "I repent, I regret!", did he cry, Time for this "leader's" demise, Oh, what pain in his name should we drive. We've not the days to raise the weak in will Dense carcass seas in a land faming atrocity No need for prophets when even the priest packs heat Now turn short hours and I wonder whose god might know Snakes that twist In rotting mouths Grafted media sensation Of the same fucking temptations We've not the days to raise the weak in will Dense carcass seas in a land faming atrocity No need for prophets when even the priest packs heat Now turn short hours and I wonder whose god might know Snakes that twist In rotting mouths Grafted media sensation Of the same fucking temptations Media's spine, it's our lifeline Media's spine, it's our timeline