Claws pulled back in dismay | |
Behold the Morbid Saints last march | |
Lungs now filled with unfailing dark | |
Leaving a whining Shadow in your blood | |
White light - black rain | |
Behold the Morbid Saints last parade | |
Cascades of ash and swift decay | |
Screaming whispers of a Funeral Dawn | |
Wreaths of black iron, Deathcult caravan | |
Behold the Morbid Saint in his grave | |
Murderous current of needle-sharp teeth | |
Sunken deep into the flesh of the unwashed |