Abaddon

Darkness swallowed all the land
Nothing’s left but shadows’ hand
Through Death’s valley he shall glide
With wings of black, he starts to rise

A sign of ruin, doom foretold
The final trumpet, fierce and cold
The angel from the pit appears
To hunt deserters drowned in fear

The king shall rise from ancient sleep
To rule where night and silence creep
His staff shall judge, his throne will stand
Above the fire-purged wasteland

Swarms of locusts fill the skies
Bringing terror to all eyes
Flesh shall tear, and blood shall pour
As horror knocks on every door

Behold the cursed with ruthless will
The bloodstained hand, the urge to kill
He comes to strike the wicked low
His blade shall fall with wrathful blow

Oh Abaddon, punishing lord
You rise from Hell’s consuming core
Through smoke and fire you now unchain
The furnace gate, unbound in flame

The Sun turned dark, the sky grew pale
Daylight hid beneath the veil
The air was choked, no soul was spared
For none escaped the curse declared

He leaves the realm where dead men crawl
Stands naked 'fore God’s judgment call
Destruction walks across the land
Unleashed by His commanding hand

Through graves and ash his steps shall drag
A trail of blood, a burning flag
Where heretics are scorched and fed
The fire feasts upon the dead

Behold the cursed with ruthless will
The bloodstained hand, the urge to kill
He comes to strike the wicked low
His blade shall fall with wrathful blow

Oh Abaddon, punishing lord
You rise from Hell’s consuming core
Through smoke and fire you now unchain
The furnace gate, unbound in flame

At trumpet five the sound shall roar
The God profane walks in once more
His eyes declare relentless hate
Upon the brows unmarked by fate

Oh Abaddon, punishing lord
You rise from Hell’s consuming core
Through smoke and fire you now unchain
The furnace gate, unbound in flame