God's Old Snake - Primordial

Hangman to all mankind

Make your peace

For mother earth lays on her deathbed

Death’s rattle echoes

What pale beast

Lurks in the shadow

Great lover reveling in pox

That feeds on filth

God’s old snake

We ask for a sign

A revelation, a vision of hell

Or blood from stone

We have been to the ends of the earth

Slouched towards Bethlehem

With daggers drawn

So take your bitter pill

And wait until dawn

The pound of flesh

Tithe of princes, wine of salvation

We are searching

The golden redeemer

Who wrote the word of the devil

In the veins of man

If there is a watcher under the earth

Wake him from his fateless sleep

Through the glorious voids of heaving earth

Souls of fire, release me

I have stood at the top of the world

Shook the four winds and called your name

Walked dusty paths on holy hills

Gazed upon black effigies and pressed holy flesh