Strife

“Dead on Arrival” by Saints No More is a razor-edged modern rock tale of double lives, hidden agendas, and the price of blood. Blending storytelling with heavy riffs and layered vocal harmonies, this track paints the picture of a quiet man in a lab coat who transforms into a mercenary when the shadows call his name.

The verses cut like a confession — white fences and family photos on the surface, but behind closed doors, a serpent’s grin and contracts paid in cash. From Oak Ridge halls to foreign nights, this hitman’s world is fueled by secrets, survival, and betrayal. The pre-chorus sets the tension, and when the chorus drops, it’s undeniable: “Target’s dead on my arrival — big money for the kill, no chance for survival.”

With driving guitars, pounding drums, and octave-layered harmonies, “Dead on Arrival” hits like a cinematic soundtrack for a dark action thriller. It’s equal parts story and anthem, showcasing Saints No More’s ability to fuse hard-hitting rock energy with vivid, dangerous imagery.

This isn’t just another rock song — it’s a journey into the mind of a killer hiding in plain sight. Press play, feel the adrenaline, and step into the shadows

Dead On Arrival

(Verse 1)
In the shadows where the ancients creep,
Whispers of the damned begin to seep,
From the depths of the earth, a tremor stirs,
A thousand eyes awake, as madness blurs.

Fangs glisten in the pale moonlight,
A coil of darkness, a harbinger of night,
With scales like nightmares, sharp as sin,
The serpent god rises, let the torment begin.

(Chorus)
Hail the serpent, father of despair,
With venomous breath that fills the air,
From the ashes of chaos, he claims his throne,
The rise of the serpent god, forever alone.

(Verse 2)
Beneath the shattered bones of fallen kings,
Echoes of their screams, the terror it brings,
Crimson rivers flow from the skies of dread,
A banquet of the lost, where the living are dead.

His laughter reverberates, a haunting refrain,
In the dance of the wicked, he's calling your name,
Entwined in his grasp, drowning in sin,
Your soul’s a sacrifice, the dark feast begins.

(Chorus)
Hail the serpent, father of despair,
With venomous breath that fills the air,
From the ashes of chaos, he claims his throne,
The rise of the serpent god, forever alone.

(Bridge)
Infernal shadows wrap around the light,
Devouring the hope, a sinister blight,
In the labyrinth of madness, we’re bound to his will,
As the serpent awakens, the world stands still.

(Chorus)
Hail the serpent, father of despair,
With venomous breath that fills the air,
From the ashes of chaos, he claims his throne,
The rise of the serpent god, forever alone.

(Outro)
So bow to the darkness, embrace the decay,
In the temple of sorrow, we’re led astray,
With hearts turned to stone and minds left to rot,
We are nothing but whispers, in the serpent god’s plot.

The Serpent God (WIP)

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In late 2004, after cutting some stuff at Catamount with Joel & Shawn, I decided to built a room in my house to record in.  So I bought my first Pro Tools rig, and the first song I wrote on it was '30/30-150', while trying to learn Pro Tools. The drums here are programmed, using an Alesis SR-16. I sent this demo (minus the vocals) to Corey, and when he had a break from touring with the other band, he came over and sang on it. This version is what was given to Jim, Shawn & Joel.

Enjoy, 
Josh

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