"Abattoir" lyrics
"Abattoir"
Ravaging morbid skies
Embers of a dying star
Clandestine cult of lies
Leaders of the abattoir
Unraveling world demise
Honoring the true leader
Reverends of despise
Clergy of the rising sons
Vile prophets
Brothers bonded in blood and despair
They're the tyrants
Gilded in deceit and clandestine affairs
Ravaging morbid skies
Embers of a dying star
Clandestine cult of lies
Leaders of the abattoir
Unraveling world demise
Honoring the true leaders
Reverends of despise
Clergy of the golden sons
Ravaging morbid skies
Embers of a dying star
Clandestine cult of lies
Leaders of the abattoir
Plutonic temples sadistic parliament
Evil intentions
Predominance of arrogance
In a realm of chaos
We shall revel in plethoras of sin
We shall rule with fear
Gorging through delights and decadence
Ravaging morbid skies
Embers of a dying star
Clandestine cult of lies
Leaders of the abattoir
Unraveling world demise
Honoring the true leaders
Reverends of despise
Clergy of the dying sun
We are the vile prophets
Demons to some, angels to others
We're the tyrants
We are but the wicked ones
Sworn to an oath
To a despotic manifest
Sowers of discord
Schemers of dismay and masters of excess
Ravaging morbid skies
Embers of a dying star
Clandestine cult of lies
Leaders of the abattoir
Abattoir
Writer(s): Abildsten Sebastian, Olsen Simon Lindemann, Revsbech Lasse, Karlsson Svend Engsig, Melchiorsen Mattias Dilip
- AZLyrics
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- BAEST Lyrics
album:
"Necro Sapiens" (2021)
The Forge
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