Money, greed and constant fear

The smell of death is everywhere

Got you frozen in your track

And rolling over on your back

'Cause you know me, devil inside

And you know me godless and wild

You know me, to each his own

But they just won't leave you alone

Sons of the morning

Princes of the world

Black angels of the herd

Part of the system

No way we ain't

We are serpent saints

The little bit of you that got away

[Guitar Solo]

Reason lasts but for a while

Kill like it's going out of style

And with a price upon her head

Your mother starts to look like bread

Sons of the morning

Princes of the world

Black angels of the herd

Part of the system

No way we ain't

We are serpent saints

Redeem the lost tribes

I was buried alive

In the age of disgrace

Waiting to be saved

With lies in the blood

You will never see the day

Rise from the grave

You serpent saints

I'm the bit of you that got away

[Guitar Solo]

With the world at your feet

Control alternate delete

And when it's time to thin the herd

Make ten amendments to the word

Sons of the morning

Goddess absurd

Black angels of the herd

Part of the system

Hell no we ain't

We are serpent saints

Sons of the morning

Gods of the worm

Black angels of the herd

Part of the system

Hell no we ain't

We are serpent saints

Living and dying

We are serpent saints

Cheating and lying

We are serpent saints

Killing and crying

We are serpent saints

There's no denying

We are serpent saints