The serpent season - Swordmaster

Raw metallic hours

Hard blaze of gold from the twilight vault

Catastrophe, yeah it’ll come you’ll see

We’ll bring you the serpents time to be

Inebriant pythonic pulsation

The spawn of one great massive frustration

Prostrated by the stream of dread

Aggressive expressions as the ground turns red

And the burning coal

And the voice of the wind

Blends with the screams of rapture

Soul exile

Encouter the day cast in terrors so strong

Violation

The strategy will be revealed

As it conquer its cause

Exploring the pleasures of flesh

The structures all clad in black

Ruins metal rust

Blood mixed dust

Ruins metal rust

Black rampancy and wild wings of lust

Voices of the pagans

Screaming for the reason

Of the raw serpent season

Twisted sickle

Complete repercussion to a perfect impression

Mass obsession

Of the madness in possession

Hagridden by the haunting

Centre of the festival

The fields are overshadowed

By the coming of the wave

Sign of a new season

And the beating of its heart

See your visions torn apart