Текст песни Abattoir

Death is its wings Riding you like a plague The clock is ticking Your life will fade This nightly realm Is void of your god Can not hide Can not deny Can not turn away Can not pray You are lost And hold no key Can not 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