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 fucking 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