| Claws pulled back in dismay | |
| Behold the Morbid Saints last march | |
| Lungs now filled with unfailing dark | |
| Leaving a whining Shadow in your blood | |
| White light - black rain | |
| Behold the Morbid Saints last parade | |
| Cascades of ash and swift decay | |
| Screaming whispers of a Funeral Dawn | |
| Wreaths 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 |