Píseň: Brainstorm

Interpret:
Morbid Angel
Album:
Blessed Are The Sick
[Lyrics - Vincent; Music - Azagthoth] 


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] 


[repeat 4:th verse]