The Lord of Abominations lurks outside the abyss

He's the rider of the howling winds, trailing rottenness

His face is a mass of entrails of animals and men

His breath the stench of rotting flesh, of vomit and of sin



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HE'S THE DARK ANGEL OF ALL EXCRETION

AND ALL THAT WILL TURN SOUR

LORD OF THE FUTURE, A TIME OF GROSS DECAY...



His perfume is cold death, the stench of filth and pain

He corrupts the food of life with lepers he has lain

Your destiny is written on the walls of his domain

He's the master of the fates, your doom he can proclaim



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March.... March....



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LORD OF ABOMINATIONS, LORD OF DECAY

LORD OF ABOMINATIONS, RULER OF DISMAY

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[SOLO]

[BRIDGE]

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