Letras:
Morbid Angel Evil Spells

hell drawing near Satan loves the taste of fear Quenching all with black desire Burn your souls in furnace fire Evil spells...[X2] [Solo: Brunelle] Evil spell

of hell drawing near Satan loves the taste of fear Quenching all with black desire Burn your souls in furnace fire Evil spells...[X2] [Solo: Brunelle] Evil spell

Caught within my evil spell Now it's time to burn in hell You were fooled on return You're just a doll for him to burn See the reaper in his eyes Brain

On a sunny afternoon in lower east side New York... You about ready? (Yeah) Good morning my sweet vision of morbid disorder And Good evening wonderful

: By the enchanting melodies of the darkest angels, Curse from the night, by this symphony is recall. Lunatic hymns of evil blessedly by the dark, The