Lyrics

On the horizon serpent dwells Wrapping circles he sleeps in hell On mountain tops the goat son feeds Devouring anguish he never sleeps Below the surface a darkness creeps A thousand insects to feed the greed Inside our minds within our hearts Lies the force to heal these scars Black tyrants Swallowing the sun
Writer(s): Jeremy Pilipow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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