Letras:Morbid Angel. Blessed Are The Sick. Brainstorm.

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[Lyrics - Vincent; Music - Azagthoth]

Gods transform me
The storm will cleanse me
Civilized 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 hands

[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]

[repeat 4:th verse]