album cover
The Serpent
8
Metal
The Serpent was released on October 14, 2022 by Grey Rock Records as a part of the album Umbra Mortis
album cover
Release DateOctober 14, 2022
LabelGrey Rock Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM113

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
She Must Burn
She Must Burn
Performer
James Threadwell
James Threadwell
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frankie Keating
Frankie Keating
Songwriter
James Threadwell
James Threadwell
Songwriter
Kyle Lamb
Kyle Lamb
Songwriter
Valis Volkova
Valis Volkova
Songwriter
Jack Higgs
Jack Higgs
Songwriter
Steve Padley
Steve Padley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Endless and seeking
My life lacks all meaning
Cursed to live another day
Constant yet fleeting a cycle
Repeating I fear
I’ll do this until the end of days
I ushered in fire, fed from the heard gave birth to desires
Salt the soul with the blood of the unworthy
Their whispering forked tongues feed the fetid soil and the mangled roots
If you chop off the serpents head
The body writhes and squirms but the bastard snake will remain dead
Now empowered I scour your eyes for greed or lust
The stench of lies has now become your putrid musk
I have found profound differences between us
The grounds we share is blackened now
Returned to Dust
Seeding your willows root of lies whilst you rashly wrought this treason
Deprived of your sense of sight
A heinous fate for a life
Rending flesh and bone and tendon alike
Conceited liar, contempt inspired
To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce of ignorance
I’d purge the tongue of treachery with fire
To rid salaciousness
Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
A falsifier of flesh branded
I have seen you lie, deceive, falsify
Conceited vermin filth
Just a twisted liar
A sick defiler
I have no need to suffer this
No patience left for Ignorance
Face down an exaltation proclaimed as my right
Base forms in the moonless night
I proceed to perceive a million synchronicities between a demon and a servant of divinity
I have commingled with demons consorted with contorted souls
Arise, my morning star
Languish in this hell, Ive wrought
Defiling all your private thoughts
Weaving a widows web of lies whilst exhuming thought and reason
You’d thrive at home in the ninth, flayed and branded for life
This wretched curse now proclaimed as your rite
Falsifier, a sick desire
To suffer those whom do possess, the slightest ounce
Of Ignorance
I’d purge the tongue of treachery with fire
To rid salaciousness
Necrotic, Demonic, An effigy to perjure catatonic
A falsifier of flesh branded
An abhorrent and vile degradation of health
You cheapen your morals and values just to prove your fucking yourself
Dead on the ground
Sever the spine, Deceiver
Written by: Frankie Keating, Jack Higgs, James Threadwell, Kyle Lamb, Steve Padley, Valis Volkova
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...