Texty: Dissection. Son Of Mourning.

Evil son, spread your wings of deepest black
Spit on God, may His lies be forgotten

The son of the mourning, a gift to our earth
Christ stands tall no more, so bestow your force upon us
Gaze into the wall of these restless souls
Eternally lost in fear of your Godforsaken son

You have tasted suffering that dove of life has died
Paralyzed and terrorized by the fear you feel inside
Caught within the floods of blood, evil, departed sea
Immortal but now it's like to forever bleed

We saw the truth and it's the draining of the blood o
O your false redeemer
The mourning son has now control, so what if it's evil?