Texty:
Morbid Angel

forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate Angel of disease one who shuns the light Shub Niggurath goat with one thousand young Angel of disease

Instrumental

I am the god of gods Master of the arts I desecrate the chaste Writhe in the flesh Blasphemy Chant the blasphemy Mockery of the messiah We curse the

Havahej another me born to serve To plague and moan So many years my seed condemned No free to soar!!! Will is yours? So, creator No intend could shadow

God's transform me This storm will cleanse me Civilized I shall not be By this holy strain of laws I fall below the earth I smell the ancient's breath

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

breathless I stand free blind to fates which fall to men embracing the chilling winds, still I am the mist freeze falls from my breath steel gray skies

Travesty the way the wretched stand Upon the earth blind in their ignorance Embracing the slavery of their minds Soulless voids of being, left wandering

omniscient are the eyes that see beyond what we choose to see transcending of beliefs, that limit man's being the dogma that feeds the listless impeding