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 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

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