them die The mask now controls, my weak mind Now I know it is a bit too late Morbid fate - die in pain Nobody helps me, cannot escape Morbid fate, die
die The mask now controls, my weak mind [chorus:] Now I know it is a bit too late Morbid fate - die in pain Nobody helps me, cannot escape Morbid fate
gaze will burn your skin and flesh into a crisp Like fire, like fire This very morbid mind of mine Will set your course into and early grave I twist your fate
borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this My sword hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid Since
breathless I stand free blind to fates which fall to men embracing the chilling winds, still I am the mist freeze falls from my breath steel gray skies
bread and the sinister close in sight Hunger always drives the beast and the women fall prey Leading all the wonderers to certain fate Another victim
me and learn your fate Know your master, Chant my name Cowards... Engulfed in ignorance Kneel before me and learn your fate Know your master, Chant my
kind And die when their inner self goes astray Alas, I pay homage to the ancient ones Speak my name!!! Raise the staff of the morbid priest Descend into
name Negative darkness fills the air and grasps the soul Fall from Earth and join the ranks of those before you The chosen one, to complete fate A life
I'll see you one my way One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music
ruins fall swift to the ground The carnage is morbid and great Mephitic deathstench of corpses abound The earth meets an untimely fate The horrific malignance
Uncle George Baton Clap but Lord Truncheon make no applause Weathered face of distortion behind iron bars Sights of darkness and torture and condemned Fate
(my) fate is sealed with a kiss There lies such sexual bliss In articulo mortis Chopped to the bone, your flesh is rent Tissues morbid, bodily fluids
macabre Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream No death rattle heard, nor parting sors I am preserver of life through my morbid art For each
Until you're fucking dead... My dreams ... your nightmares My obsession... your affliction I yank out your brains... You think I'm insane? Is this some morbid
