Текст песни Brainstorm - Morbid Angel
Gods
transform
me
This
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'm
the
seer
I
know
the
texts
divine
Thunder
words
Demons
race
into
my
eyes
Azazel,
lend
to
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
I'm
the
seer
I
know
the
texts
divine
Thunder
words
Demons
race
into
my
eyes
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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