The Serpents Harvest Lyrics
as the sun in the desert sandSense tghe grief as the knives of tormentShreds your soulBehold the harvest storm of spiritual rapeHordes from infernal wastelands unitedUnder blackened wingsSouls under the serpents bannerwith common fleshBut a heart of scorn and painfull angerOrgy of destruction - a "gesture of might"Gaze at the grey sky - hatred and poisonAnd from the vast towers of the underworldone could see shadows of Them in darkcaves and endless hallsTrample down bronze gate of tartarosPatient earthly men with (raised) bloodfilled chalicesGreeting Their arrival for the battle of theages is at hand and when the garish slaveof the seeds of life has turned into atorrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheepStare into the galactic fog- armageddon has been achieved
Darkthrone The Serpents Harvest
