Текст песни Blessed Are the Sick / Leading the Rats - Morbid Angel
Havohej
another
me
born
to
serve
To
plague
and
moan
So
many
years
my
seed
condemned
No
free
to
soar!
Will
is
yours?
So
creator
No
intent
could
shadow
My
disease...
Ever
lusting
pain
World
of
sickness
Blessed
are
we
to
taste
life
of
sin
My
touch
is
inhumane
Nocturnal
beast
inside
Is
void
of
light
And
empty
shall
remain
World
of
sickness
Blessed
are
we
to
taste
life
of
sin

1 Intro
2 Fall from Grace
3 Brainstorm
4 Rebel Lands
5 Doomsday Celebration
6 Day of Suffering
7 Blessed Are the Sick / Leading the Rats
8 Thy Kingdom Come
9 Unholy Blasphemies
10 Abominations
11 Desolate Ways
12 The Ancient Ones
13 In Remembrance
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