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Morbid

it's a boon You will be sacrificed Clammy dungeons await Addle in underground Killed by your own choice Delirium Echants you You are lost In a pandemonium Morbid

Locked deep beyond the gate Lost within the stars Realm of ancient ones Malignant ones Against the light Power of the blackened sky Hateful spawn "We

Churning sea of Absu Place of weeping death Tiamat, dark serpent Lord of the morbid priests Enraged with hate for god The priests of chaos chant From

Hollow lies fill weakened minds with Hollow dreams Weakened lives fill infamy with failed beliefs Shattered wills fall aimlessly beneath the Hollow Hollow

Instrumental

Just close your eyes... can you remember The generations not so long ago I feel the shameless urge that we must restore Our former king to his rightful

You give praise to the statues of gods Dispirited, they hear you not You give offering to metal and stone Dispirited, how can they respond? The faith

Ghouls attack the church Crush the holy priest Turning the cross towards hell Writhe in [sings "with"]satan's flames Crush the priest The feeble church

We 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