Day Of Suffering — Morbid Angel

A call to take your hand For I'm at one with the dark How dare you come with me And again you must die

So ancient curse known to me Behold the powers I unleash Upon your throne Know my words, feel my hate descend

Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery

Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer