Letra de ' The heart of a snake ' de Buldok

Like a crime against nature is to call back past time
Poisoned fangs of the vampire, your song of joy when I die
Lonely wolf, mental killer, grey hunter in the night
Sleeping pain burns through the conscience, eternal lust

Fleeting strikes beat in my mind
Creeping Leviathan of ugly kind

Perfidious bitch, obscene reptile, the angel of the trust
Divine death, deceived beggar, acid hatred, whirling dust
Walking God through my fire, slavish master-ruling slave
Vicious queen of desire, I shall dance on your grave

I am bleeding from the thousand wounds
Tearing and ripping by the monstrous devil's hounds
A misanthrope-you call me the man of sin
Self-loving predator with the instincts to win

Chorus:
Let the lightning kills you without a warning
Let your tears of pan fill the bed of a lake
Let death strikes you in the gray of cold dawning
You're the tongue of a viper
The heart of a snake

A carnivore-ruthless and cold-the only way to live
Insidious lord-audacious and bold-the only way I believe
A criminal, the son of evil, the foe is my name
Apostolic rush of virtues is like a cancer in my brain

The groaning in my subconsciousness
When I touch the bottom of your worthlessness
I see your mouth-full of honey and peace
But my skin is burned after your bloody kiss

Chorus:
But the crowds of goons fawning upon the whores
Victimize their brains to the hallowed fake
Worship glittering crown of thrones
The tongue of a viper
The heart of a snake

Intermezzo:
"Fallen from primeval innocence and ease,
(When thornless fields employed him, but to please)
The laborer toils-and from his dripping brow
Moistens the lengthening furrows of the plough.
In vain he scorns and spurns his altered state,
Tries each poor shift, and strives to cheat his fate,
In vain new-shapes his name, to shun the ill-Serf, hireling, help-the curse
pursues him still,
Changeless the doom remains: the mincing phrase,
May mock high-heaven, but not reverse its ways."
"The Hireling and the Slave"
W.J. Grayson, 1856

Chorus:
Confused generations of deluded lambs
Who cannot even bear to see a day-break
In the world of darkness you play a part of the slaves
(For)
The tongue of a viper
The heart of a snake

You told me your loyalty will lasts forever
But now I know it were only promises and lies
When dirty tricks change your nature
And the honour becomes the deceit
You're only another fake

You're the heart of a snake
The tongue of a viper
The heart of a snake