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A Morbid - Within The Shadows We Lurk Lyrics

Upon the altar, the disciples have gathered
As the scent of mars and death scatters in the winds
They adorn themselves in the cloak of the wolf

And the blood of the sheep
In the end nothing is innocent
For demise sees beyond their existence

In the archaic ways, the sigils have been prepared
And the offerings sacrificed
The gates have opened to bring forth the end
Landscapes full of wastelands to serve
In death what they could not achieve in life
The final spasms of blight shall be snuffed out with the plague
A plague to cleanse the earth of all humanity
The emptiness sets the stage for the new beginning
Amidst the skies, they approach...