The oily, black serpent crawls out of the ground
Mothers shield their babies, fathers jump town
The trail to Perdition shows the visage of the lightning messiah
Who beckons them to cut their morality wire
Dystopian highways intersect through the sacred forest
Where mutilated nymphs cry out in a woeful chorus
The foaming hoards spoil the milk of God’s ancient crusade
With their greed, ambition, and clever grey shades
Samuel the Despot reveals his crooked grin
He’s a huckster toward the people and a saint toward his kin
Killing comes easy for the forsaken wielder of Thor’s hammer
Practice makes perfect as he guts the helpless debtors
The emblazoned preacher hurls his cross at anyone in his path
Slashing their dignity into ribbons; for pious leeches it’s simple math
In the gleam of the fanatical eyes one sees quixotic pleasures waiting
Once he devours the first tender soul allured to the baiting
Mothers shield their babies, fathers jump town
The trail to Perdition shows the visage of the lightning messiah
Who beckons them to cut their morality wire
Dystopian highways intersect through the sacred forest
Where mutilated nymphs cry out in a woeful chorus
The foaming hoards spoil the milk of God’s ancient crusade
With their greed, ambition, and clever grey shades
Samuel the Despot reveals his crooked grin
He’s a huckster toward the people and a saint toward his kin
Killing comes easy for the forsaken wielder of Thor’s hammer
Practice makes perfect as he guts the helpless debtors
The emblazoned preacher hurls his cross at anyone in his path
Slashing their dignity into ribbons; for pious leeches it’s simple math
In the gleam of the fanatical eyes one sees quixotic pleasures waiting
Once he devours the first tender soul allured to the baiting
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