Вершы: Morbid Angel. Blessed Are The Sick. Fall From Grace.

Hot wind burns me
Burning as I fall
Cast away
Speechless in the holy way
I survive

The scourge and banishing
To scorching land
I am lord, I take command

Fall from grace

Forgive me not
This knowledge makes me strong
To resurrect
The cities of the damned
All the treasure of sodom

Now belong to me - celebrate
Fallen angels take my hand

Fall from grace

Whores long for my flesh
And my desire
Lust annointing me now
Consume my soul

I ride the flesh and the sinners of hell
I am belial
I bend knee not before my selfish desire