Cleansed In Pestilence (Blade Of Elohim) — Morbid Angel

Travesty the way the wretched stand Upon the earth blind in their ignorance Embracing the slavery of their minds Soulless voids of being, left wandering

Take this blade of Elohim Drain the life from within these fools Release the soul, within the flesh Saviours your name we celebrate

Forlorn, they shutter at their shrines Tortured by Deities, they hold no relevance Enslaved by the weakness of their minds Their crippled prayers, have left them smothering

Seize this, The hand of our God Drain this life the burden of these fools Release the soul, from within the flash Cleanse the soul, of their lives Cleanse the soul of impurity

Sickness Unyielding pestilence Sickness infests the meek Sickness bound by deities Sickness formed by lies

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