Morbid Angel

I stand before thee, gods of all prestine
Come forth to see, all things to be seen
Now know the presence, and choose thy wrath
For flock of tyrants, who know not thy path
Come now in sweeping vengeance
Come now in needed time
I demand as I stand before you
Cleanse this worlds decay
I demand to know the light of a promised land
I demand to see this corrosion wiped away
And the slithering begins
as the shell of men crawl weeping
and as the light of dawn is growing
the realization sets in
And with the winds that are blowing
the final truth has come
That the ways of the shallow empty
have brought it down
The winds that are blowing
shall bring it down