(Verse 1)nIn the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away,nIn a deep southern town where the devil come to pray.nA quiet seems with their eyes sewn shutnBy a stream that children play in, water flown' with blood.nThe pastor stands on his bull-pit while preachin' to hell,nOn a hill top church with demons ringin' the bells, nThey toll twice for the missin' and the recently departednIn the pews the congregation sits a hundred days rotted.nSuffering is all around us, stench of death in the air, nNobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care. nIt's just an everyday life and a normal routine, nPeople walkin' right by, but never notice the screams. nA backwards philosophy passed down through the ages, nGenerations of murder written down in these pages nOf a book overlooked and forgotten in history, nA place where the secret is surrounded by mystery.nn(Chourus)nI can hear them screaming through the forest at nightnThey pray with snakes, and they poison my mindnI can Hear them screaming through the forest at nightnThey pray with snakes, and they poison my mind.nn(Verse 2)nWas it a curse or a sickness that raised in the mindsnOf these sacreligious hillbillies raised with the swinenNo remourse in the souls and the hearts pitch-blacknThirsty for the bloodhound murder contactnFeastin' on the brains of the ones they call sinnersnCousin Cleatis in the kitchen carvin' torsos for dinnernIn the barn on a meat-hook bodies are hangin'nIn the cellar by a chain morebodies are swingin'nAnd in the fields, like a scene from an old parkin' lotnAbandoned for so many years, cars left to rotnAnd buried in the garden in a hole dug deepnAll the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap.nUngodly sounds of tourtue echo through the treesnThe screams of suffering still blowwin' in the breeze.nNot on any map, undiscovered never surveyednSecrets of a small town kept locked away.nn(Chorus)nn(Interjection)nOn 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.nn(Chorus)nn(repeating 8 times)nThey pray with snakesnn(Chorus repeats 2 1/2 times)nn(ending)nThey call us snake handlers, well thats alright,nThey call us snake handlers, well thats alrightnThey call us snake handlers, well thats alright,nAs long as I'm livin' holdin' it, well thats alright