70 Dead Lyrics

Morgue Orgy 70 Dead

PRACTITIONER OF MAGIKS DARK, I WILL BECOME
FORTOLD IN MY DREAMS
AN APPARITION OF MY FATHER
70 DEAD
I AM THE SORCERER

CABLE TIES AROUND THEIR NECKS
GASPING HARD FOR EVERY BREATH

BURY THY SISTERS
WAIST DEEP IN THE GROUND
HARVEST SALIVA
DUKAN OF MEDAN

FROM VULTURES VIEW IT’S A CONSTELLATION OF CORPSES DRESSED IN ROT
A HUNDRED AND FORTY DEAD EYES WONT WITNESS THIS TRANSFORMATION
I AM THE SORCERER

TEMPTATION HAS BOUND ME TO THE CONFINES OF THE FARMHOUSE
f..ck IT LETS NECROMANCE UNDER THIS KILLING MOON
AFTER MY SEED WAS SEWN INTO YOUR STONE COLD ANAL CAVITY
MY LOVE FOR THE DEAD HAS GROWN