Altar of Snakes - Great American Ghost

No priests, no peace, no innocence

No one is truly Heaven-sent

Locked away behind Heaven’s gate

We only know the hell that we create

We are so alone

Simply waiting for the rapture

The dying light is fading

We are so alone

Waiting for the rapture

Destruction is our fate

Make praise to the altar of snakes

Another sacrificial lamb

Another back broken by the lashes

Tear the terror from my flesh

Each breath that passes

One step closer to death

The ash beneath our feet

Unhallowed ground

The followers bend the knee

Unhallowed crown

We are the damned

Entombed in chaos

Swallowed by hate (Swallowed by hate)

We only know the hell that we create

We are so alone

Simply waiting for the rapture

The dying light is fading

We are so alone

Waiting for the rapture

Destruction is our fate

Make praise to the altar of snakes

Make praise to the altar of snakes