Žodžiai dainai: Morbid Angel. Blessed Are The Sick. Rebel Lands.

War, kills on the land
Blood saturates

This hallowed ground, to which my fathers fell
Rebel souls, buried deep beneath
This hallowed ground, land of my ancestry
Drink the blood, rebel lands rise again

War, death lingering
Blood river flow in sacrifice

Unholy war implored from below
No peace as rebel lands rise, rise

Quaking below my feet
Mortals shall suffer defeat
Forgotten evils below
Rejoice as the blood flows