"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
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