Crowning Of The Morbid King

Crown him,
Let his morbid presence be our flesh
Adore him,
Let his cruel hands caress our souls
Fear him,
Let his shadow obscure our minds
Worship him, bow to him, serve him
Let his sharp horns pierce our hearts

My eyes reflects
The glittering of his crown
Walking through corridors of triumph
Bloodletting, drawing the devil's path

Crown him,
Let his morbid presence be our flesh
Adore him,
Let his cruel hands caress our souls
Fear him,
Let his shadow obscure our minds
Worship him, bow to him, serve him
Let his sharp horns pierce our hearts

Walking through corridors of triumph
Bleeding, i found him at last
Crowning of the moribd king
The glittering crown on satan's head