Serpents Crown

Succumb to our violent ways
Witness my hate grow stronger with every passing day
The path of total destruction is here
I can hear the serpents constrict the veins of the weak
Their lungs will collapse, their bones will break
The beast inside will reign down
No one will be saved

The pungent stench of my catacombs linger in the air
My vaults of death exposed, to strike fear in the eyes of the cowards
Hypocrisy is granted to the most violent of kings
No crown to gain, no throne to uphold
Your life is the only possession obtained
I bring forth the true vision of agony
Marked for treason, forever staining your flesh
Feel the strength of my hatred
No one will be saved