Woorden: Few Left Standing. Tongues Of Vipers.

Words hit harder than blows
My heart breaks as my back is pierced
From tongues of vipers
Clouds of rebellion against nourished hearts

Body broken by poisoned mouths of deceit
Your lies quench the fire within
Blinding you from the truth, why can't you see?
I spit you out of my mouth

Their throats are open sepulchers
Their tongues practice deceit
The poison of vipers is on their lips
Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness

Feet are swift to shed blood
Ruin and misery, mark their ways
The way peace, they do not know
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All will return to their grave