Assemble as Those Who were before Of the Principal Force and Form The Lightning Flash They are They Breathe the Word and it becomes We make the Covenant
Release this fury Malediction Cursed existance Writhing in this life of dissent Pain for pleasure Pain for adoration Pain is to godliness Bleeding for
Beasts awaiting, restless Circus victims panic struck Hunger spawns bestial frenzy Commencement of the feast By the sign of the cross Whips crack Centurians
Naught within this circle All but emptiness expelled I am deep in wicked And whore to demons works Master - I call thee Master - Surround me With evil
Bred from the bowels Sheep one and all Bound by the doctrine of lies To fucked human shit, I shout blasphemy! As I make my way thru to The promised land
Assemble as Those Who were before Of the Principal Force and Form The Lighting Flash They are They Breathe the Word and it becomes We make the Covenant
Fordítás: Morbid Angel. Szövetséget Of Death.
We Assemble as Those Who were before Of the Principal Force and Form The Lighting Flash They are They Breathe the Word and it becomes We make the Covenant
: Bred from the bowels Sheep one and all Bound by the doctrine of lies To fucked human shit, I shout blasphemy! As I make my way thru to The promised
: Naught within this circle All but emptiness expelled I am deep in wicked And whore to demons works Master - I call thee Master - Surround me With evil
: Release this fury Malediction Cursed existance Writhing in this life of dissent Pain for pleasure Pain for adoration Pain is to godliness Bleeding
: Beasts awaiting, restless Circus victims panic struck Hunger spawns bestial frenzy Commencement of the feast By the sign of the cross Whips crack
of Kingu Sudden death throws off the balance that's within the sky Priest calls forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate Angel of disease one
: Spawn of the ever rolling abyss Ever espousing unluminous Charred soul - Burned at rebirth Quest not save the death of the sun Repulsed by the light
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: Lies - And you fill their souls With all oppressions of this world And all the glory you receive? So, What makes you supreme? Lies - Your crown is
: Death to my vision Blind I shall serve Give rise to god war Watch the civils fall Hateful seed inside me Scald my mind of all but truth I concede;
: Confront me unholy ones Bastard saints scorn of the earth I summon thee now poison me Death under will burn in my soul Exalt me enemies of the lamb
