I can hear them screaming through the forest at night [echoes] Snakes [repeat and echoes]
In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care Its just an everyday life and a normal routine People walking right by, but never notice the screams A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these pages of a book overlooked and forgotten in history a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds, of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine? No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black thirsty for the blood hound murder contact Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging, in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging! And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed the secrets of a small town kept locked away...
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
(On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him... to church...he is a serpent handler)
I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind
