Serpentine Sibilance Songtext

There is no God, and we are his prophets,
Days will be eclipsed by leather wings,
Like ice-cold statues in a Labyrinth of Bone,
You stand to drown in tidal waves of sickness,

Fire-crested crouching shadows,
Skeletal requiem of death,
You come with the blackest tidings,
Leading the rats to our poisoned wells,

Cold Logic, Devil and Vulture,
Back to the original sin,
Cold Logic - Devils and Serpents,
Back to the cardinal sin.