Can you see the mountain black, the mountain fall of blood runs back
Can you see his triumph march, and all the hands above his flame
Can you see the crimson diamond, plague of world and light
Can you see the Morbus Temple, king disease, death delight
I can see the wolven shadows, how it shapes the dark horizon
I can see the serpent master, how it crowns the king of night
I can see the tusken riders, how they all consume the light
I can see the wolven shadows, how it shapes the dark horizon
And the reign of parasites shall perish through the catharsis
The sirens paint the air with chaos, a malevolence so mesmerizing
Into pandemonium, endeavour the final thoughts
Here we stand the kings of darkness, we are all, legions Call
Alpha forces and condemned black hearts
All the hands above his flames
For all death in this night shall kill the light
Here comes the prophet! The tyrant taking over
Here comes the prophet! The Norwegian hooded rover
Alpha forces and condemned black hearts
All the hands above his flames
For all death in this night shall kill the light
Here comes the prophet! The tyrant taking over
Here comes the prophet! The Norwegian hooded rover
Buried by the sand in a cold desert, a jewel of time carved in stone.
Chaos run by and hold to your horns
Morbus divina, thou war that name the dead
His inner skin, inner sin and soul
He is here when it hurts, when it burns
When it all is darker than black, is he now
Yesterday and tomorrow, for he is...
Morbus divina
Morbus divina
Morbus divina
Morbus divina
Here comes the prophet! The tyrant taking over
Here comes the prophet! The Norwegian hooded...
Here comes the prophet! The tyrant taking over
Here comes the prophet! The Norwegian hooded rover