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• Artiste: Morbid Angel
• Titre: Architect And Iconoclast
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With swipe of hand release disease Exonerate their thoughts of gods At odds with what they see With slam of fist to flesh of earth Discharge your breath of Molten poison, scorch their lungs I am all prophecies fulfilled Yet you refuse too see this You mock my name, have you forgotten? I am the truths that were lost, taught As myths and buried in earth The soil won't hide the warning signs My art, to bring demise My skill, it is necessity My will, exists through time It's my rite, to rid this world of life My presence means demise I relinquish kings of power My course to disassemble life To embellish while you cower I am proof that all denied, was scripted For all to know this Thus all who closed their eyes Will pray now to have witnessed this With abandon, they have tarnished In ignorance they devour Consumed by the lust of owning all Their slavery, their bliss They are repulsed by the gifts we have given They cannot hold them in their hands These fools have felt unsettled Shall stay and watch it as it burns I am the architect It is my design to betroth this earth You called my name Have you forgotten? I am the builder of all loss I am the keeper at all cost The soil, the air, are my creations And I shall watch them burn I am the architect I am the un existence You know my name! You have not forgotten! I am creator of this world I am the keeper of the soil The soil won't hide The warning signs I am all prophecies fulfilled Yet you refuse to see this You mock my name I have not forgotten! I am the truths that were lost Taught as myths and buried in earth The soil, the air, are my creations