Teksty: Morbid Angel. Heretic. Within Thy Enemy.

Foulest ... Beneath the Churning tide
Feeding... Upon this waste of light,
This sore of mass consumption
Lies within this, treachorist,
This Undevine, conceived of hate by
Whores and slaves, in dying pain

From within this seething comes
The empty threat of the besieged
I shall never fall
I am Vengeance!!

Release these strikes of penance
Realize these words of war
Unhold these minds emotion
Release this wrath within haste
Bring this fate upon these men who choose to be
At one with the cowardice within thine enemy

From within this seething comes
The empty threat of besieged
I shall never fall
I am Vengeance!!


Decimate your allegiance
Decimate your inner strength
Kneel before me and learn your fate
Know your master,
Chant my name

Cowards...
Engulfed in ignorance
Kneel before me and learn your fate
Know your master,
Chant my Name

Release these strikes of penance Realize these words of war
Unhold these minds emotion
Release this wrath within haste
Bring this wrath upon these men who choose to be
At one with the cowardice within thine enemy