Presumed dead, but not so easily exhumed dead remains unsightly
Processed cold post death indignity defiled soul
impurity
Fiends of the night enshrouded
Encloned for him they work forced labor till dawn
Townships deplete exiled to
misery
The signs he sends you follow
First the girl then your brother
His workers disguised to eliminate
Your friends
companion irrelevant
Each town a trap you enter
With hope to end this murder
[chorus:]
Morningside - Where it all
began
Ill Divine - Boy take my hand
I won't become your servant
I only want my brother back
In spirit he guides shows us
secrets
He helps us with when we discover
Passage to your underworld
Deadly flying metal spheres
Non burial - it begins
again
Ill Divine - it's all a f*****g lie
I don't fear you unholy bastard
yuo can't take I won't stop
I don't fear you unholy
tyrant
It's inside me what do you want
Ill Divine