Letra de Abattoir

Death is on its wings Riding you like a plague The clock is ticking Your life will fade This nightly realm Is void of your God Cannot hide Cannot deny Cannot turn away Cannot pray You are lost And hold no key Cannot defend yourself Death is certain Drowning in the disgust Your own regurgitated blood Pain will keep your senses clear Like visions of the dying cross Surrender your flesh To furnish the flames It has destroyed you