Blessed Are the Sick / Leading the Rats - Morbid Angel

Havahej another me born to serve

To plague and moan

So many years my seed condemned

No free to soar!

Will is yours?

So, creator

No intend could shadow (shadow)

My disease

Ever lusting pain

World of sickness

Blessed are we to taste

This life of sin

My touch is inhumane

Nocturnal beast inside

Is void of light

And empty shall remain

World of sickness

Blessed are we to taste

This life of sin