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Morbid Angel - Brainstorm lyrics

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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
I know the texts divine
Thunder words
Demons race into my hands

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

[repeat 4th verse]
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Copyrights:

Author: David Vincent

Composer: Trey Azagthoth

Publisher: Earache Records

Details:

Released in: 1991

Language: English

Appearing on: Blessed Are the Sick (1991)

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