Lyrics Morbid Angel

Morbid Angel

The Righteous Voice

Kingdoms infamous for taking as they please

To appease a voice of righteousness

Infidels and heretics, enemies of our light

Shall be dealt with in the name of God

It is the rite of our kind to silence any tongue

That would try to oppose the king of our land

Bring us their heads as trophies of our victories

Praise us and align as soldiers of a destiny

Foretold by ancient prophets

Bring us new lands, these people too will praise us

Praise our God or meet your own

It matters not to us, we have glory either way

Bow down before our king

Fear is your new faith, fear is your new doctrine

Be docile until we say, be ready with your life

If the king needs you to die

Bring us their head as trophies of our victories

Praise us and align as soldiers of a destiny

Foretold by ancient prophets

Bring us new lands, these people too will praise us

The followers of ancient ways shall be taught to follow us

Or be beaten to their fate

The kingdom does not accept any praise of other lands

It will be treated as an act of war

You exist because we allow it, so kneel to show your God

It is us that you fear

Prepare to learn the ways of this new kingdom

Prepare to swear your soul and life to keep it

Prepare to give yourself to do our bidding

Prepare to sacrifice for our desire

Kingdoms infamous for taking as they please

To appease a voice of righteousness

Infidels and heretics, enemies of our light

Shall be dealt with in the name of God

It is the rite of our kind to silence any tongue

That would try to oppose the king of our land