Blessed Are The Sick

Morbid Angel Blessed Are The Sick Album

1.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


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


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

(solo Azagthoth)

(solo Brunelle)


(solo Brunelle)