Текст Morbid Angel – God Of Our Own Divinity
Текст:
Praise us, god of witchery
Lord of all undying
Being thy blessing to thee
Now guide us, by thy hand
Enlist thy sight, enlist thy will
Free us of the undevine
Release the ways, that blind our minds
Break apart these rusting 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
Become the same as a god
Raise this being to life
Become 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
Become the same as a god
Raise this being to life
Becoming a god
