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Rapture Confront me unholy ones Bastard saints scorn of the earth I summon thee now poison me Death under will burn in my soul Exalt me enemies of the lamb Intrude - We are of one Under will, I walk the path of sin With your spells I die again Raise me from mortal My will be your will My words speak your words Your pains raise me to bliss What of this anger now Received to lance your enemy I feel the energy The poison moves in me I spill blood Scorn of the earth, I witness In rapture I'm born again Scorn of the light, I bear scorn In rapture I'm reborn Pain Divine Release this fury Malediction Cursed existance Writhing in this life of dissent Pain for pleasure Pain for adoration Pain is to godliness Bleeding for Ecstasy Pain Divine Locked in vicious Offer to the sado-gods Nails driven through my dreams Bleeding - Pain is a god's reward Gliding through these dungeons Heightened senses overwhelmed Hedonistic rupture Endurance makes one divine World Of Shit(The Promised Land) Bred from the bowels Sheep one and all Bound by the doctrine of lies To fucked human shit, I shout blasphemy! As I make my way thru to The promised land Smell of shit is so foul Writhe in disgust Earth heaves and death comes to call All the waste - Cling to your lie You are as sand and the wind blows My disgust - A fever To kill a thousand more Gene dead from birth God's holy fuck Canonized but of no use to me Human shit, waste begone from my earth!! Desolation - No life bodies littering Beast of earth devour! Cleanse this world for those who deserve Burning cities, all is well I remain in my conviction As the waste in sewer flows thru the promised land Vengeance Is Mine Naught within this circle All but emptiness expelled I am deep in wicked And whore to demons works Master - I call thee Master - Surround me With evil in our hearts This night we take revenge Mote it be Satan's sword I have become No son shall escape No word left unburned The power is in me Hellspawn in aeturnum I burn with hate To rid the world of The Nazarene This night of splendor The beast arise in me This is my destiny My sword shall take life The Lions Den Beasts awaiting, restless Circus victims panic struck Hunger spawns bestial frenzy Commencement of the feast By the sign of the cross Whips crack Centurians might be known Christians standing breathless Circus victims panic struck Scream Arena butchery Where is their god as the Faithful meet their end? Judgement has passed Who questions this law? Pagan belief of sacrifice Kill them all Kill them all for slander Kill them all and mute their ways Blood On My Hands Death to my vision Blind I shall serve Give rise to god war Watch the civils fall Hateful seed inside me Scald my mind of all but truth I concede; I am the chosen one Open wide the gate Stain the world with the blood of man Affliction Forced unto all Human Vexation Transcend with blood on my hands Spirits of the grave remember Rise up O powers from the land of Til Plague and madness spread thru this world Burn in me - I suffer your will Angel of Disease Your plastic souls melt within cauldron's burning black Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines Kneel before the alter, sacrifice is made It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church Hanging helpless above the pentagram Sacrifice swings within leather noose Sing the ancient hymn that makes the Abso roll Raise the rusty knife, let loose the blood of Kingu Sudden death throws off the balance that's within the sky Priest calls forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate Angel of disease one who shuns the light Shub Niggurath goat with one thousand young Praise the beast, the chanting grew Praise the beast with virgin blood Praise the beast with soul and mind Praise the beast and show the sign Bind their kings in iron chains Execute the judgement for them Come and taste the fleshy pleasures Orgies of endless time Beneath the rolling for hate ignites their eyes >From their graves the dead rise to answer Nammtar's call On a twisted cross the virgin corpse hangs They blacken out the sun and burn the elder gods Morbid priest calling forth Abominations of the sky Kutulu meets in the void Ancient Ones rule once more Sworn To The Black Spawn of the ever rolling abyss Ever espousing unluminous Charred soul - Burned at rebirth Quest not save the death of the sun Repulsed by the light Heart pumping ice So cold to this world Reclude until the summoning Sworn to the black Our father begotten, not made Before all legends of man Receive my loyalty, my offering In my veins; the blood of the ancient brood Summon me Burning inside, I feel the call Blood of the Ancient Ones now boils At war - War with the race Father rise and the world be one Repulsed by the light No feeling for life Drained of my being I lie dead but still I'm sworn Nar Mattaru (Instrumental) God Of Emptiness - I. The Accuser II. The Tempter Lies - And you fill their souls With all oppressions of this world And all the glory you receive? So, What makes you supreme? Lies - Your crown is falling I offer fantasy And you, you creator are Blind with envy Let the children come to me Their mother loves me, so shall they Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts Man was close behind Just like a snake I'm slithering Thru my world divine And like the cat I'm stalking I'll take your soul and You'll Be like me In emptiness, free Just bow to me faithfully Bow to me splendidly Lyrics in plain text format |
Pete "Commando" Sandoval: Drums Trey Azagthoth: All guitars / keyboards David Vincent: Vocals / bass guitar Produced by Morbid Angel and Flemming Rasmussen Engineered by Tom Morris and Flemming Rasmussen at Morrisound Studios, Tampa Florida Mixed by Flemming Rasmussen at Sweet Silence Studios, Copenhagen Denmark Management: Gunter Ford for World mgmt. P.O.Box 3095 Sea Bright, New Jersey 07760 Fax: 908 747-3357 U.S.A. Merchandising: Peter & Steve at Giant Merch. Agencies: Europe: Derek Kemp "The Agency" David Vincent plays HAMER Morbid Angel use D'Angelico strings Fan Club correspondence: Covenant of Death in USA, send s.a.s.e. Rest of world.... 2 IRC's P.O. Box 8307 Tampa, Florida 33674-8307 U.S.A. Well, Morbid Angel, what can I say about them. Everybody should know them. Personally Covenant is my favourite Morbid Angel album. I don't like all the songs, but stuff like "Rapture", "God of Emptiness" and "Lions Den" is just brilliant death metal. Brutal combined with melodic, and a playing technique others can only dream about... Very obliged piece of work for any self-respecting death metal fan! Rating: 7.5 out of 10
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