Morbid Visions
Morbid dreams become real
Who pass away before may say about luck
Whatever comes we should stay sober
More hate more atrocity
Trust lose her own meaning
Then you become blind
Pain my child that Gift You will receive from anyone
Lover closes person enemy any can do that to you
Even Holy Father on the highest
Stay deaf
Your beggin for mercy help...no one hear that
The Beast then tell you
Follow by Me i save
Masses will follow by Him
