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Hot wind burns me
Burning as I fall
Cast away
Speechless in the holy way
I survive
The scourge and banishing
To scorching land
I am lord, I take command

Forgive me not
This knowledge makes me strong
To resurrect
The cities of the damned
All the treasures of sodom
Now belong to me - celebrate
Fallen angels take my hand

Whores long for my flesh
And my desire
Lust annointing me now
Consume my soul

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Fall From Grace
Morbid Angel

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