"Masters Of Morbidity" lyrics
"Masters Of Morbidity"
Masters of morbidity
Bow beneath the twisted cross
I scream when Satan bleeds
Push the sword into me
Putrid thoughts buried deep in their minds
No way to keep my sanity
Follow me, you can see
What I see
Destroying all thoughts of peace and mind
Blue turns black above the blood-soaked shrine
Deep inside lies twisted pleasures
Sadistic acts turn morbid measures
Nothing can save you from this sorrow
My mind now twisted, hollow
Despised, denial of all life
I will kill you with this knife
Hacked-up limbs feed my appetite
Human flesh keeps me up at night
Blood on the walls, crawl through the smog
I will find you
The moon rises and black consumes the sky
My mind drifts and darkness consumes my inner being
Becoming void to all inner consciousness and fear leaves my body
I am born to destroy, to rot
To kill
Smell of decay flows from the grave
Cut off the head, another one dead
No one will know that we're alone
Now you're chopped
Depths of my mind hold secrets only I can keep
Witnessing horror I know you will never see
Homicide
It's your time to die
Suicide
It's my time to die
Hatred within me
Cold steel inside of you
Your life leaving
This is what I had to do
Depths of my mind hold secrets only I can keep
Witnessing horror I know you will never see
Homicide
It's your time to die
Suicide
It's my time to die
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