Abattoir de la Mort

Hear the thunder and roar of the crowd each night

Drawing magik from the soul

In the circle of friends the lightning strikes

Into the labyrinth we shall go

We shall emerge from the flames

In the padded chamber of the lab

Built upon our blood and bones

We have sacrificed upon the slab

Opened gates to the unknown

We shall emerge from the flames

We have come from the negative veils

To wield the steel refrain

In the chambers the Old Ones are hailed

The slaughterhouse of pain

Death can be the life of thee

Rise above the flames

From the taste of the blood in my mouth

I know that I am evil

Dark the deeds we have done in this house

L'abattoir de Mort

Death can be the life of thee

Rise above the flames

In this grindhouse of slaughter and sound

We reach for glory's light

Spill the blood upon Crom's holy mound

Spin tales of honor's fight

You can see the majesty

Look inside the flames

Morbid dreams mystic tomes of the gods

The muses are to blame

In the quest for the chord that was lost

One tends to go insane

Kill us and we'll rise again

Out of the hell hence we came

We shall emerge from the flames

From the taste of the blood in my mouth

I know that I am evil

Dark the deeds we have done in this house

L'abattoir de Mort