Morbid Angel - God Of Emptiness - I. The Accuser II. The Tempter

God Of Emptiness - I. The Accuser II. The Tempter

Lies - And you fi will their souls
With all oppressions of this world
And all the glory you receive?
So, What makes you supreme?
Lies - Your crown is falling
I offer fantasy
And you , you creator are
Blind with envy
Let the children come to me
Their mother loves me, so shall they
Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts
Man was close behind
Just like a snake Imslithering
Thru my world divine
And like the cat Imstalking
I will take your soul and You will
Be like me
In emptiness, free
Just bow to me faithfully
Bow to me splendidly