Dirt Farm Productions - The Snake

The Devil slithers down your throat like a serpent
A taste of sulphur with the sting of poisoned fangs
You raise your glass and toast the blackness around you
Your judgement day draws near, you are going to hang
You did no evil, just extinguished their spirits
They all deserved it, they where standing in your way
Now you're on death row drinking watered down whisky
A final meal, an empty soul, one last hooray

Shadows creeping up the wall
Black oak gallows standing tall
Damn you all!

Where you possessed by evil spirits or demons?
Did Satan whisper his directions in your ear?
The wind is carrying the ghosts of all your victims
They twirl around you like a dark shroud of fear
A whispered question why from one hundred last breaths
The only answer is an echo chamber I
Now you're on death row and your whisky glass drained empty
A final walk, a snapping twig, and then you die

Shadows creeping up the wall
Black oak gallows standing tall
Bloodlust burning through the crowd at the mall
Hangman waiting in the hall
Damn you all!

Written by:
Karl Pettersson

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