Beneath a Northern moon
Snakes coil in the icy frost
Their light’s returning soon
French Catholicism no longer lost
All that’s English will forever rot
Impaled on the sword of Christ
Under the scales of their God
Holy serpents of a Christian zeitgeist
Your souls, they will steal
Strangling coils are so very real
Your blood and spirit, they will take
Now held in the heart of the snake
Les Serpents de Dieu
Lances crachant du feu
Les Serpents du Ciel
Ils sont universels
Over a Northern sun
Serpents basking in the light of the lord
Their fangs are dripping blood
Pledge dedication to an idol of gore
One of 13 and one that shines
Stand alone upon the graves of the old
Inject the venom and leave 12 behind
Masquerading copper for the gleam of gold
Your souls, they will steal
Strangling coils are so very real
Your blood and spirit, they will take
Now held in the heart of the snake
Les Serpents de Dieu
Lances crachant du feu
Les Serpents du Ciel
Ils sont universels
Empty eyes gazing up at their cross
An icon dressed in sorrow and lies
A sword thrust so deep in the heart
Lilies trampled by the boot stamps of time
Icy shores where the river narrows
A fortress stands where the Angles fall
Cloistered here under their king’s watch
Locked within their own prison walls
Les Serpents de Dieu
Lances crachant du feu
Les Serpents du Ciel
Ils sont universels