MORBID ANGEL - Domination

Dominate.............................2:40
Where The Slime Live.........5:26
Eyes To See, Ears To Hear..3:52
Melting...............................1:20
Nothing But Fear................4:32
Dawn Of The Angry..............4:39
This Means War...................3:11
Caesar’s Palace...................6:20
Dreaming..............................2:17
Inquistion (Burn With Me)...4:33
Hatework.............................5:48

TREY AZAGTHOTH - Guitars/Keyboards
DAVID VINCENT - Vocals/Bass
ERIC RUTAN - Guitars/Keyboards
PETE SANDOVAL - Drums

Produced by MORBID ANGEL and Bill Kennedy
Engeneered & Mixed by Bill Kennedy
Additional Engeneering by Mark Prator
Digital Editing/Programming - Eric Cadieux
Recorded & Mixed at Morrisound Studios Nov.’94 - Jan.’95
Mastered at A&M Studios by Alan Yoshida

Artwork Layout & Photography by Dan Muro and Dan Quatrochi
Additional Photography by Frank White

Sabian, D’Angelico Strings, Hamer, ProcoCables

Agencies:
North America - Gave Bloom/FBI

Dominate
(Music: Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent)

Weak aside - no place for those our struggle
Leaves behind
Our Lord won't tolerate those whom through
Attrition fall

We must dominate!

With iron through our veins and a will made
so elite
Hunting for our daily bread and the sinister
close in sight
Hunger always drives the beast and the
women fall prey

Leading all the wonderers to certain fate
Another victim reviled
I'm starting at your through the eyes of the
wolf
Tell me who is going to save you now

Animal senses ever alert
Praise be to the father-war
As a servant I am serving myself and I bathe
in anticipation
Unless you taste it you could never know
All the power our Lord bestows
With a bow and a kiss profane
Be a victor or be a victim

1995 Cutha Hymns/God of Perverse ASCAP

Where The Slime Live
(Music: Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent)

Where the slime live
(They are the lowest forms of life)
Where the slime breed
(They make a new one too corupted)
When the wind blows
(The winds of truth are blowing now)
And the cradle falls… down

Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lies
their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are
removed

Where the slime live

Their burning dogma
Introducing to our minds-lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the "god heads"
are removed

They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
They burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in their hearts now laid to rest

What a sight
As their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn-the ones with contrite souls be
gone!

Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know they'll come again some day
Where the slime live and how the slime gets
washed away

1995 Cutha Hymns/God Of Perverse ASCAP

Eyes To See… Ears To Hear
(Music: Rutan/Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent)

Darkness - swallowing all in its path
The blind leading the blind and the "flock" is
ever confused
Who has the gift of healthy sight and mind?
Who can withstand while the others are
blown away?

Eyes to see… what the others see not
Ears to hear… the voice of the elders guides
Eyes to see… and the blind, they wither
away
You fools! These eyes are never for you

Darkness - corrupting all in its path
Greed leading the man to blindness, suffer-
ing
And never foretold… the meek shall have this
earth
Alas without sight they will only be left with
demise

Worlds apart are they and I
My world remains in sight
Their lives - despair
The "Is" and "They's" cannot compare

1995 Cleansifier Music/Cutha Hymns/God Of Perverse ASCAP

Melting

(Music: Rutan) Cleansifier Music ASCAP

Nothing But Fear
(Music: Rutan/Lyrics: Vincent)

Consequence… now the panic comes
You've dabbled in magik your fingers are
burned
Lost as you run towards the light
And deep in your heart you have nothing but fear

Your future is hanging by a strand
Your master makes his just demands
Game of life's price coming due
A swell of fear erupts in you

Your time is now!
Never a prayer just silence rings
Charity works won't change a thing
Your balance of life is on our side
There's never a place to hide

What's so real is plain in sight
Cost to play: eternal life
For when we play - we play for keeps
Satan's marks forever speak

Your time is now!
With screams you defy still silence rings
Prayers to some god won't change a thing
Gleam in your eyes reduced to tears
And deep in your heart you have nothing but
fear

Why object to "rewards" you know you've
earned them
Why reject all your fantasy
You can't betray what your works have bar-
gained for you
No use to fear what you have in store

1995 Cleansifier Music/God Of Perverse ASCAP

Dawn Of The Angry
(Music: Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent)

Cold finger on the trigger
Behind a line drawn in the sand

Anger rise!
We fight a war with much at stake
The rights of birth that no one can take

Overflowing with anger
A soon to be awakening
Will be martyrs on to glory
Dawn finds us in the rage

As it must be
This dawn of the mad

My finger on the button
With what's so foreign in my sights

Anger rise!
We wage a war… our nature to preserve
Be any means… our enemies be gone

No longer can we wait
As an enemy drains our future
As the light of a new day shines
Our anger fuels our march this dawn

Call of duty… all the minutemen rise and shine
Call of duty… only sovereigns stand the test
of time

1995 Cutha Hymns/God Of Perverse ASCAP

This Means War!
(Music: Rutan/Lyrics: Vincent)

Savagery-as judgement days arrive
Long we have waited for this time
How many brothers fallen?
How many kept alive as slaves for the
wicked few?
'Tis time for reparations
'Tis time to settle scores
This time we give no warning… this means
war!

Savagery-'tis now spirit overflows
War-our minds are focused, we are one!
Hear now the winds of change
A force to obviate
All the enemies naked now
All the smoke gone and all their mirrors are
broken
Lost - empires crumble, destiny
Behold! I crusader no retreat

Years of complacency on the part of the mob
Feeding on lies… so slothed, so full this is it
Restless… and tolerance nearing its peak
Woe to the next ones who push us too far

Our love is now replaced by war
Life cannot be spared, our victory at hand
And my hand I slay the first
And the last will follow as we watch these
wickeds bleed
No rest for soldiers 'till the punge is done
No salvation until we drench this earth

1995 Cleansifier Music/God Of Perverse ASCAP

Caesar's Palace
(Music: Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent)

Just close your eyes.. can you remember
The generations not so long ago
I feel the shameless urge that we must
restore
Our former king to his reightful throne
And with me lords and maidens
We wait for the chosen son's return

I come alive
It's time for celebration
Our will to restore
Make our past become the future once more

Still he lives! 2000 years have passed
And still we're yearning for his return
We fulfil a wishful prophecy
And so the chanting begins:
Hail Caesar…Hail Caesar…we render unto you
What is still yours

Share the with as it must be
Our king and palace…mode it be!
Gods enslaved, traitors burning
Might and splendor forever return

1995 Cutha Hymns/God Of Perverse ASCAP

Dreaming
(Music: Azagthoth)

Cutha Hymns ASCAP

Inquistion (Burn With Me)
(Music: Azagthoth/Lyrics: Vincent)

Come burning…are you going to burn with
me
Won't you come burning…the world is
watching
All the king's men riding hard
All their horses foaming
And if they were to catch us we'd be set
ablaze

Won't you come burning…all the dissident
ones
Come and walk the line and you will burn
with me
Witches yes, slaves never…and still I speak
A heretic amongst you…don't you let me
live too long

Burn!

Could you imagine the pain
Why would my countrymen let me down
They're bearing witness just to save their
skin
That this might keep them from burning
They'd sell their mothers just to save their
skin
That this might keep them alive

The marks I'm bearing are oh so deep
My will ingrained at birth
To flood true darkness with light and reverse
You'll see my covenant to keep

Your judgement in the handsof the most
inept
Condemn those similar to burn with me
But the night is young…I'm also feeling very
bold
I think I'll do some burning of my own

1995 Cutha Hymns/God Of Perverse ASCAP

Hatework
(Music: Rutan/Lyrics: Vincent)

Hatework…
Bringer of doom
Hatework…

What I have in store
What has the devil got to do with it
I'm brewing my toil
So the brimstone comes this way

Nightwork…
My life's work
Nightwork…world in flames

This calls for fire
This is a call for ruin
We will be departed
Leave the rot so lonely

Hatework…
Bringer of doom
Hatework…and the turmoil comes…

Hatework…
Bringer of doom
Hatework…and the earth's left burning

I call death…death is answering me
And a world betrayed is black forever

1995 Cleansifier Music/God Of Perverse ASCAP