Blessed Are The Sick

Morbid Angel Blessed Are The Sick專輯

2.Brainstorm

Gods transform me
The storm will cleanse me
Civilised I shall not be
By this holy strain of laws

I fall below the earth
I smell the ancients breath
The fiends encircle me
They speak my name in tongues

For I'm no human now
I burn the ways conform
The gods are pleased with me
They speak my name in tongues

I am the seer
I know the texts divine
Thunder words
Demons race into my eyes

(solo Brunelle)

(solo Azagthoth)

Azazel
Lend me your wings of twelve
I shall fly into the storm
I, son of fire, in anger become
The lightning bolts that strike the earth

(solo Azagthoth)