Image of the Serpent - Suicidal Angels

Struck within

The lies of discretion

Practicing the formulas

To slave the creation

The lowly sand we trumble on

Burning down the bastard son

The image of the serpent

The onward march

Of feeble human race

Never thought

The fall through the disgrace

It lies inert

Dead amid the ruins

Until the time has come

To face your life in ruins

The lowly sand we trumble on

Burning down the bastard son

The image of the serpent

Enslave than liberate!

The lowly sand we trumble on

Burning down the bastard son

The image of the serpent

The image of the serpent