For No Master - Morbid Angel

Gone is the will, gone is the time

The ways of the righteous

Again we will never see them

Gone is the strength, gone is the courage

To deny these treasures

Gone is the way of every king

To no kings have we prayed

To no kings do we bow down

To no prayers do we yield our cleansing

Your gods rejoice in your end

Hear us sing

Of man in eulogy

Hear us sing

Mocking the gods and their heresy

Hear us sing

In glory of how it soon will be

Hear us sing

Mourning no gods, for they will know defeat

Gone is their pride, gone is their hate

Gone is every witness

Gone is the need to decide

Gone is all life, gone is the tumor

That is human being

Gone is the need for their gods

With no gods do we feast

From no gods do we cower

No prayer will yield our cleansing

This fate no god would change

Hear us sing

Hear us sing

With no gods do we feast

From no gods do we cower

No prayer will yield our cleansing

This fate no god would change