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