Existo Vulgoré - Morbid Angel

My sour images dispelling all doubt

One sip of poison and my darkness comes out

Like glass reflecting all the venom I see

My spirit taken Task and now I will forever be

Vulgore of the gory

Vulgore for the glory glory

Vulgore tells the ugly story

Vulgore existo vulgoré

All the worldly deeds of malice displayed

From a wicked recipe this potion is made

Each drop of future’s bleak and calloused in view

Sick clerics unprepared for vulgore I spew

I rejoice in awful ways

I sickly tune the worst of days

To have unreason’s show to tell

All the world is a victim 'cause I’m rainsing hell

Go gore the race is on to find a pure one

With simple subjects

Oh this never could be fun

Gore spreads a santo duelo como nino

Feliz un día cuando gore golpea