Funeral Dawn

Claws pulled back in dismay

Behold the Morbid Saints last march

Lungs now filled with unfailing dark

Leaving a whining Shadow in your blood

White light - black rain

Behold the Morbid Saints last parade

Cascades of ash and swift decay

Screaming whispers of a Funeral Dawn

Wreaths of black iron, Deathcult caravan

Behold the Morbid Saint in his grave

Murderous current of needle-sharp teeth

Sunken deep into the flesh of the unwashed