Black Death Sathanas Our Lord's Arrival - Abigor

In this glorious age\nOf darkness and death\nOf witchcraft andfire\nFoul stench rises up from the depths\nHe hears our chanting — we obey his call\nLord Satan’s arrival — the abyss takes its toll\nThe plague of rats is welcomed\nThe pestilence is spread\nLord Satan’s arrival\nSilent beast, ghoul of worms, king of the dead\nWoeful is the sight on those who walk\nIn rotten trance\nBodies twist like branches deformed\nHe commands and executes, grotesque the dance\nAnd mute, not one sound breaks the eternal night\nAll bones, rotten flesh, scythe in hand\nHe appears as the winged reaper, horned dancer\nLifting his instrument, darting his pestilent tongue\nAnd the golden angel of salvation is burning