(Verse 1)
In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away,
In a deep southern town where the devil come to pray.
A quiet seems with their eyes sewn shut
By a stream that children play in, water flown' with blood.
The pastor stands on his bull-pit while preachin' to hell,
On a hill top church with demons ringin' the bells,
They toll twice for the missin' and the recently departed
In the pews the congregation sits a hundred days rotted.
Suffering is all around us, stench of death in the air,
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care.
It's just an everyday life and a normal routine,
People walkin' right by, but never notice the screams.
A backwards philosophy passed down through the ages,
Generations of murder written down in these pages
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history,
A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery.
(Chourus)
I can hear them screaming through the forest at night
They pray with snakes, and they poison my mind
I can Hear them screaming through the forest at night
They pray with snakes, and they poison my mind.
(Verse 2)
Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds
Of these sacreligious hillbillies raised with the swine
No remourse in the souls and the hearts pitch-black
Thirsty for the bloodhound murder contact
Feastin' on the brains of the ones they call sinners
Cousin Cleatis in the kitchen carvin' torsos for dinner
In the barn on a meat-hook bodies are hangin'
In the cellar by a chain morebodies are swingin'
And in the fields, like a scene from an old parkin' lot
Abandoned for so many years, cars left to rot
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap.
Ungodly sounds of tourtue echo through the trees
The screams of suffering still blowwin' in the breeze.
Not on any map, undiscovered never surveyed
Secrets of a small town kept locked away.
(Chorus)
(Interjection)
"On just about any warm afternoon, we can find a weathered-looking white-haired man wandering the hills hunting for poisonous snakes, not to kill but to bring back with him to church, he is a serpent handler."
(Chorus)
(repeating 8 times)
They pray with snakes
(Chorus repeats 2 1/2 times)
(ending)
"They call us snake handlers, well thats alright,
They call us snake handlers, well thats alright
They call us snake handlers, well thats alright,
As long as I'm livin' holdin' it, well thats alright"