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The Serpents Harvest

[Lyrics by Satyr]

Feel the burning flame

as the sun in the desert sand

Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment

Shreds your soul

Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape

Hordes from infernal wastelands united

Under blackened wings

Souls under the serpents banner

with common flesh

But a heart of scorn and painfull anger

Orgy of destruction - a

The Serpents Harvest /

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