Mean Season - Abattoir | Текст песни

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• Abattoir

Deep beneath the carcass
the slow dance of agony.
Terror of the demons.
Terror of the souls
prepared to die
for the taste of blood.
What is always loved
born from your agony.

Feast upon child into the eyes of sin.

The dying time
has ticketed all man's extinction.
Taken down these paths
forgive and so do these wounds
that will never heal
and that will never steal.
These flames will consume you.

Take a life and feast upon.
Take a life and feast upon.
Life's innocence is broken.
Serenity has never spoken.