M Is for Metal - Snake Eater

Slaves pull the chair to the throne of the beast
Back soaked red from the whip
Carried on high the funeral drums
Beat to the masters crypt

Mercy won't come so just close your eyes
Prepare for the coming doom
Exhumed from his grave the father of lies
Beckons you to your TOMB

Hands outstretched from the rotten soil
Clutching at your weak bloody frame
Angels weep at the sound of the dead
Whispering his rotten name

Presence of the beast coming ever so near
As the sun falls down in defeat
Trumpets call the forth the Unholy One
As you beg to god for relief

PLEASE GOD!

Snake Eater summoned deep from the depths
Serpentine coils round your neck
Dagon, Cerberus, Asmodeus, rise from the Royal Palace of Hell!

Suffer in hunger and thirst, in nakedness
In fire that shall never be quenched
Your body is dead but your soul is mine
Forever to be tortured in the pit!

Ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God
I will sit on the mount of assembly on the heights of Zaphon!
I will ascend to the tops of the clouds, And I will be the most high

I'm the anointed cherub, the world is mine
And I will be god!

Cast from the throne of Zaphon

Written by:
Morrison Nichols

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