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Brainstorm lyrics
Morbid Angel
Blessed Are The Sick
Brainstorm
Gods transform me
The storm will cleanse me
Civilized I shall not be
By this holy strain of laws
I fall below the earth
I smell the ancients' breath
The fiends encircle me
They speak my name in tongues
For I'm no human now
I burn the ways conform
The gods are pleased with me
They speak my name in tongues
I am the seer
Thunder words
Demons race into my hands
(solo Brunelle)
(solo Azagthoth)
Azazel
Lend me your wings of twelve
I shall fly into the storm
I, son of fire, in anger become
The lightning bolts that strike the earth
(solo Azagthoth)
[repeat 4:th verse]
Morbid Angel
Blessed Are The Sick
Brainstorm
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Blessed Are the Sick
- 2 Fall from Grace
- 4 Rebel Lands
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