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As the heaving earth dies
The draining path of existence turns chaotic
As I taste the ashes of my love ones in my mouth
They've scattered in the wind
Another day, another night lost
I've seen enough, as mortals roam around in a state of psychosis
A reflection of sorrow waiting waiting for fulfillment
All I have is my Morbid Angle
When did it start, the forces of insanity to strong to resist
Has it gone to far, haunting screams, hollowed inside
We can no longer be free, walking the void lands of treason
My Morbid Angel break these chains
Watching over me, give me the strength to thrive
Looking upon the floor I see pale, battered, broken bodies
I seems they've struggled to live
This world has become cruel during this apocalyptic time
All Ihave is my Morbid Angel, caring for me
Cold, dead eyes everywhere showcasing their disgrace
Condemned to try to survive till death
This all started from the cowardice of man
As their pureness died they've followed the matter of cynical wars
Now all I have is my Morbid Angel
Revealing me to liberating path