The Lord of Abominations lurks outside the abyss
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He's the rider of the howling winds, trailing rottenness
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His face is a mass of entrails of animals and men
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His breath the stench of rotting flesh, of vomit and of sin
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[SUBCHORUS]
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HE'S THE DARK ANGEL OF ALL EXCRETION
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AND ALL THAT WILL TURN SOUR
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LORD OF THE FUTURE, A TIME OF GROSS DECAY...
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His perfume is cold death, the stench of filth and pain
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He corrupts the food of life with lepers he has lain
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Your destiny is written on the walls of his domain
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He's the master of the fates, your doom he can proclaim
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[SUBCHORUS]
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March.... March....
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[CHORUS]
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LORD OF ABOMINATIONS, LORD OF DECAY
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LORD OF ABOMINATIONS, RULER OF DISMAY
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[2X]
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[SOLO]
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[BRIDGE]
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[SUBCHORUS]
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[CHORUS]
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The Lord Of Abominations
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Piledriver |