Morbid Angel. Altars Of Madness. Visions From The Dark Side. Zeneszám

Dark eyes, shadows grim
They come for me
Midnight chimes, blackened earth
The evils rise

Pits of hate open wide
Chasm of my dreams
Last of chimes, monks arrive
And take my mind again

Waste polluted memories
Acid rivers flow
Vigil for this land's decay
Sounding from below

Dogs of war, Satan's own
Plotting all their sins
Weapons aimed at liberty
My vision, no one wins

Take my mind
All the way
The dark side calls
I shan't resist

Men forever rot in pain
Mind machines control
Toxic rains scouring brains
Victimizing souls

Winds of war suffocate
Voodoo in the sky
Breathe the gases, breathe no more
My vision, all will die

Take my mind
All the way
The dark side calls
I shan't resist

Cut myself and release the blood
Pains of a thousand years
Pathic sights, journey's end
Descent into another world

My time has come to meet the masters
All the corporate lords
I'm not afraid to face all their trials
Slavery, in the end they'll
Still have no power over me

Daylight shines blind my eyes
Waken to another day
Tribulation now has passed
But the dreams remain

Walls of sleep fade away
Abandonment of wonders
Monks of knowledge bid farewell
And leave me with these visions
From the dark side

Visions, from the dark side