Gods Old Snake
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 revelling 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
"Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated
The choirs of the æeons declare
The last of the demons defeated
For Man is the Lord of the Air
Arise, O Man, in thy strength!
The kingdom is thine to inherit
Till the high gods witness at length
That Man is the Lord of his spirit"
So take your bitter pill and wait until dawn
The pound of flesh
In the 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
His fateless sleep
Father of archeain life
You know your soul's on fire
Please release me, please release me
And I have stood at the top of the world
And shook the four winds and called your name
And walked dusty paths on holy hills
Gazed upon black effigies and pressed holy flesh
Make your peace
For mother earth lays on her deathbed
Death's rattle echoes
What pale beast
Lurks in the shadow
Great lover revelling 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
"Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated
The choirs of the æeons declare
The last of the demons defeated
For Man is the Lord of the Air
Arise, O Man, in thy strength!
The kingdom is thine to inherit
Till the high gods witness at length
That Man is the Lord of his spirit"
So take your bitter pill and wait until dawn
The pound of flesh
In the 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
His fateless sleep
Father of archeain life
You know your soul's on fire
Please release me, please release me
And I have stood at the top of the world
And shook the four winds and called your name
And walked dusty paths on holy hills
Gazed upon black effigies and pressed holy flesh
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Flynn, Ciaran Williams, Simon O'leary, Alan Averill, Paul Desmond Gawley
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