The crime is life The sentence is death Darkness descends MORTIS Decaying, the ruins fall swift to the ground The carnage is morbid and great Mephitic
Once at night I sat among mortals Afraid of what the future would bring Drowning dreams in polluted visions As I heard the mourning angel sing A bloody
may curse 'thee', We're angels of mercy And sometimes we fall; ya can't win them all. (Or can you?) I'll pass out at dawn, And dream of friends gone. As the morbid
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (alley gospel) Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bashed dreams
Light suckas.. Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation While the triple sixers lassos keep angels
morbid tales, of his black heart His deeds through ages past, tell of his part See his face, see his smile Time to die An angel from below, change my dreams
For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams
night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams
te praecipitabimus. Non est dominus noster, nihil potest. God is dead God is dead God is dead As I tore the shreds of this morbid dream, I abandoned
mournful weeping Jesus tears The Angel of Death who holdeth the bronze lamp Beyond the golden door Hath taken me into dark waters He is the mourning angel
some more Like a fever dream my teperature's burning My bed room door the knob is turning All the lessons that i never dreamed worth learning Stories
below with me into my kingdom You will fall Fall from your dream in a bloodstream Fall from life into my paradisal genocide Visualize the darkest world of morbidity
tell of morbid tales, of his black heart His deeds through ages past, tell of his part See his face, see his smile Time to die, yo, woah, no Angel
down and imagine the old secrets Everything are now desert, Is something that you believe Something from the kingdom of imagination Something that the morbid nights, the dreams
beyond this mortal coil As though you've never left my side I hold your stiffened body so close to me For years I've lived in dreams Awake I felt as
Accused and pursued And overridden by morbidity Saddened his breath For those destined for his knife Then suddenly - the strangest feeling One that left the angels