Angel of Disease - Morbid Angel

Your plastic souls melt within cauldrons burning black

Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines

Kneel before the altar, sacrifice is made

It is pleasing to the ones most ancient of the days

They call the prince of disease, messenger of the Absu

Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church

Hanging helpless above the pentagram

Sacrifice swings within leather noose

Sing the ancient hymn that makes the Absu roll

Raise the rusty knife, let loose the blood of Kingu

Sudden death throws off the balance that’s within the sky

Priest calls forth infernal names to the ones beyond the gate

Angel of disease one who shuns the light

Shub Niggurath goat with one thousand young

Praise the beast, the chanting grew

Praise the beast with virgin blood

Praise the beast with soul and mind

Praise the beast and show the sign

Bind their kings in iron chains

Execute the judgment for them

Come and taste the fleshy pleasures

Orgies of endless time

Beneath the rolling for hate ignites their eyes

From their graves the dead rise to answer Nammtar’s call

On a twisted cross the virgin corpse hangs

They blacken out the sun and burn the elder gods

Morbid priest calling forth

Abominations of the sky

Kutulu meets in the void

Ancient Ones rule once more