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