Morbid Angel - Brainstorm

Текст песни

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)