Sons of Vipers, How Will You Escape the Judgement of Hell - A Plea for Purging

Fear your drama to the serpents

Your lies

Your stench fills the air

Your lies

Oh this city is yours you say?

Well hide behind your walls cause your city is crumbling down

Body Count

How many more would have to die with the kiss of a viper?

Mock me

Stalk my words

Wait for my move

I smell the fear on you

Raise your glasses high cause you won’t have the hands that hold those cups for

long

Wear your face

Wear it well

No flesh could hide what’s inside

Wear your face

Wear it well

No flesh could hide that which is behind

Life not designed by your words

Spit out your filth

It doesn’t add up

Now your time has come

Creep back to your hole

Two hundred fifty steps of sorrow