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(Morbid Angel cover) A call to take your hand I'm that one with the dark How dare you come for me? And again you will die, 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! Suffer! From Letras Mania