God Of Our Own Divinity (исполнитель: Morbid Angel)
Praise Us, God of Witchery Lord Of All Undying Being thy blessing to thee Now guide us, by thy hand, Show us ways unknown by mortals Enlist thy sight, Enlist thy will, Free us of the undevine Release the ways, that blind our minds, Break apart [bad word] chains Bring the light, to wake our souls To you we praise and speak your name Absu Your Strength within Us Absu Your ways Embrace Absu Rise in Assemblance Absu Your Will Alive Your Presence, ornate and breathing, Within the serpents crawl Tried, by man as Heathens, by courts of a lesser faith Undead, and always dreaming, Bathed in worlds unfleshed and clean Awake. silent and watching, through timeless life. Raise this being to Life [bad word] the same as a God Raise this being to Life [bad word] one with the Gods So blessed by thee, chant the names to rise the soul Branded, by this sacred marks, veiled in secrecy Alive, and always dreaming, God of our own Divinity Rise, Your wait has ended, this time is ours Raise this being to Life [bad word] the same as a God Raise this being to Life [bad word] a God