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
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
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