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Morbid Hordes RevengeDead like a priest hung from a treeRopes drawn about his armpits Crows have picked his eyes away Flesh is scarred and ripped to shreds The crucifix still hanging cold Dancing slow to the wind of the north His faith couldn't save him, nor could his god Weak human destiny, nothing pure inside His soul cried for angels But I raped it endlessly A thousand days of torment Doomed to fucking die Hopeless, starved, miserable You'll see the eye of Master Never will you see the light Morbid fate of a mortal man Mortal worms – crushed by The hammer of the Nocturnal |