Silence crackles down a windless street. 
Lone wolf howls as the pack retreat.
Cause something’s moving out there. 
They know they just can’t beat.
Waiting watching waiting,
straining on a cotton leash.

It’s no use running. There’s nowhere to hide.
You can see it coming, but it don’t feel right.
There’s a cold moon rising in a vacant sky.
You’re trapped inside the viper’s eye.

The priest prays in a fever.
He’s saved his sinning soul.
But the whistle from the missile
means he will never know.
There isn’t time to choose.
Someone’s set the viper loose.

It’s no use running. There’s nowhere to hide.
You can see it coming, but it don’t feel right.
There’s a cold moon rising in a vacant sky.
You’re trapped inside the viper’s eye.

Hell can’t match the fury
Hell can’t match the fury
Hell can’t match the fury
of the viper’s scorn.

It’s no use running. There’s nowhere to hide.
You can see it coming, but it don’t feel right.
There’s a cold moon rising in a vacant sky.
You’re trapped inside the viper’s eye.


(c) Words: Barry Ewens / Music: Kurt Vereecke