Swordmaster - The Serpent Season lyrics

Raw metallic hours Hard blaze of gold from the twilight vault Catastrophe, yeah it'll come you'll see We'll bring you the serpents time to be Inebriant pythonic pulsation The spawn of one great ma**ive frustration Prostrated by the stream of dread Aggressive expressions as the ground turns red And the burning coal And the voice of the wind Blends with the screams of rapture Soul exile Encouter the day cast in terrors so strong Violation The strategy will be revealed As it conquer its cause Exploring the pleasures of flesh The structures all clad in black Ruins metal rust Blood mixed dust Ruins metal rust Black rampancy and wild wings of lust Voices of the pagans Screaming for the reason Of the raw serpent season Twisted sickle Complete repercussion to a perfect impression Ma** obsession Of the madness in possession Hagridden by the haunting Centre of the festival The fields are overshadowed By the coming of the wave Sign of a new season And the beating of its heart See your visions torn apart