10 more dead
Singer:morbid angel
oh the lines are getting longer
and there seems to be no shortage
of humans for my foul play
and no ability to see the signs
they just keep breeding out of order
and adding to the lines more and more
and the bodies piling higher
and the stench grows stronger
but they respect me just the same
when nature's done sustaining
she calls me in to play the cold game
and no quarter ever shown
for the sheer masses of the masses
more and more here they go
oh. come ye one come you all are waiting now
oh. and thousands more behind to follow
will be embers burning bright
oh they're dying for me quickly now
the ways are always mine to choose
'cause once it's done it doesn't matter
between the faith or fate i'm not confused
and the bones will pave my kingdom
they have only themselves to blame