Текст песни The Skin of the Serpent - Thy Art Is Murder
Adorned,
in
the
skin
of
the
serpent
Reborn,
as
the
malevolent
servant
Adorned,
in
the
skin
of
the
serpent
Reborn,
as
the
malevolent
servant
Feast
on
your
people
The
beast
in
his
steeple
The
coward
with
the
crown
Pulls
his
bones
from
the
ground
To
pick
his
teeth
It
never
sleeps
Modern
lobotomy
Chained
to
the
chair
Dribbling
and
unaware
The
floor
is
slowly
sinking
Modern
dichotomy
Dystopian
heir
All
hail
the
king
of
despair
You
fucking
sow
what
he
is
reaping
Feast
on
your
people
The
beast
in
his
steeple
The
coward
with
the
crown
Pulls
his
bones
from
the
ground
To
pick
his
teeth
It
never
sleeps
Adorned,
in
the
skin
of
the
serpent
Reborn,
as
the
malevolent
servant
Adorned,
in
the
skin
of
the
serpent
Reborn,
as
the
malevolent
servant
Paralyzed
The
snake
that
devours
its
brother
Suicide
The
sickness
of
life
absorbed
by
another
Death
is
destiny
Inescapable
End
Inescapable
End
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