Letra de Funeral Dawn (remastered)
Claws pulled back in dismay Behold the Morbid Saints' last march Lungs now filled with unfailing dark Leaving a whining Shadow in your bloodWhite light, black rain Behold the Morbid Saints' last parade Cascades of ash and swift decay Screaming whispers of a Funeral DawnWreaths 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