| Song | Serpent Saints |
| Artist | Entombed |
| Album | Serpent Saints: The Ten Amendments |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Entombed | |
| Money, greed and constant fear | |
| The smell of death is everywhere | |
| Got you frozen in your track | |
| And rolling over on your back | |
| You know me, devil inside | |
| 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 | |
| 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 kook 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Entombed | |
| Money, greed and constant fear | |
| The smell of death is everywhere | |
| Got you frozen in your track | |
| And rolling over on your back | |
| You know me, devil inside | |
| 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 | |
| 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 kook 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Entombed | |
| Money, greed and constant fear | |
| The smell of death is everywhere | |
| Got you frozen in your track | |
| And rolling over on your back | |
| You know me, devil inside | |
| 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 | |
| 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 kook 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 | |
| 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 |