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Главная » 2009 » Апрель » 2 » They Pray With Snakes
They Pray With Snakes
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[Verse 1] 
In the belly of the beast the place is miles away 
In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray 
A quiet seems with a ride stone shut 
By a string of children playing water flowin with blood 
The pastor stands on his bull-pit while preachin the hell 
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bell 
They told twice for the missing and the recently departed 
In the pews the congregations' just a 100 days rotted 
Suffering is all around us, stinch of death in the air 
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care 
Its just an everyday life an a normal routine 
People walkin' right by but never notice the screams 
A backwards philosiphy passed down in the ages 
Generation of murder written down in these pages 
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history 
A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery 

[Chorus] 
I can hear the screaming in the forest at night 
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind 
I can hear the screaming through the forest at night 
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind 

[Verse 2:] 
Well it occurs starts sickness that is raised in the minds 
Of these sac-religious hillbillies raised with the swine 
No remorse in the souls and the heart is pitched black 
Thirsty for the blood hound murdered contact 
Feasting on the brain of the ones they call sinners' 
Cousin Cletus in the kitchen carvin tore souls for dinner 
In the barn, on the meathooks, bodies are hanging 
In the cellar by a chain more bodies are swingin' 
And in the field lies a scene of an old parkin lot 
Abandoned for so many years cars left to rot 
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep 
All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap 
Ungodly sounds of torture echo through the treets 
The streets are suffering still blowing in the breeze 
Not on any map undiscovered never surveyed 
Secrets of a small town kept locked away 

[Chorus repeated 'till end]

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