Revenge Of The Snakes Lyrics - Miles Of Grace

Enter the light 

Brushing the epidermis of soil 

And us poor snakes 

Have to live with this sentence He brought us 

Never mind whether we're beaten 

Dormice hands down will sue 

There won't be undefeated 

He'll stand silent 

His bat unwaveringly held 

Counting all wastage 

Death is not a wound 

That's why He'll stand 

Carrying His field with courage 

His home, His land will fall 

Yet He will conquer us 

None ought to be saved for so long 

And we will pay the due price 

Shuffling through chromatic plains 

No escape from His bludgeon 

We'll fall 

Even the mother mountains 

Have suddenly given up on us 

No escape from His holy bludgeon 

We have to turn, rise and bite 

He'll stand 

That's why He'll stand silent 

His bat unwaveringly held 

Counting all wastage 

Death is not a wound 

Silent but closer to plagues