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Morbid Angel Illud Divinum Insanus

My sour images dispelling all doubt One sip of poison and my darkness comes out Like glass reflecting all the venom I see My spirit taken Task and now

I scream into the sky I'm morbid Morbid and Sordid Distorted Bring them to their knees I'm morbid Morbid Won't be thwarted From celebrating morbid victories

: Born to be master of the world Fear my ever-pounding words I desecrate, desecrate false idols heed my way I'm graced with understanding My gifts are

: Oh the lines are getting longer More are added everyday And there seems to be no shortage Of humans for my foul play No understanding And no ability

to bring terror for all No traces of illumination sight without light Under cruel reign of shadows We will only have night Eternal night Illud Divinum