Presumed dead, but not so easily exhumed dead remains unsightly

Processed cold post death indignity defiled soul impurity

Fiends of the night enshrouded

Encloned for him they work forced labor till dawn

Townships deplete exiled to misery

The signs he sends you follow

First the girl then your brother

His workers disguised to eliminate

Your friends companion irrelevant

Each town a trap you enter

With hope to end this murder



[chorus:]

Morningside - Where it all began

Ill Divine - Boy take my hand

I won't become your servant

I only want my brother back

In spirit he guides shows us secrets

He helps us with when we discover

Passage to your underworld

Deadly flying metal spheres



Non burial - it begins again

Ill Divine - it's all a fucking lie

I don't fear you unholy bastard

yuo can't take I won't stop

I don't fear you unholy tyrant

It's inside me what do you want

Ill Divine