Besedila: From Graves Of Valor. Kiss The Snake.

This world dont need congress advice pillars of social fire
filled pews of saints kissing hands of rank puritan love in pretty hats and ties so concerned with worldly goals i've sold my soul in dreams and sifted through the fires and touched my death and its spreading through my eyes of blood are fixed on me lords of all build their towers in vain lords of war hold the world in their palms lords of war breathe out say their god will destroy the world all the axis may shift to save the mortal fools i've watched them drink the poison and kiss the snake let them drown in all their glory worldly sum of all who drink the blood shall devolve once said an old man who died to rule this world some sit and lies of christ i'll see them die my way