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 MortTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.