Abgott Death Kult Songtext
von Inner Sanctum

There lurk primeval timber trees
In morbid gulches ahead
Shrouding in their gnarly flesh harbingers of death
Eight who reigned and ruled our land
Shall once again arise

Abgott Death Kult
Carving for the carnal end
Eight shall stand

Abgott Death Kult
Kneeling and peeling for our final price
Octagon of raw hate

Log and cut, carve and fell
Free them from their wooden shell
Chop and chip, whittle and slice
They′ll redeem us through demise

We will husk until perfection
We will skim for their affection, our resurrection


Death is their price
Flames are their trial
Cleansing lies in all our valiant cries
Sentenced to the stake is our disguise (let us burn!)

We stand and carve united the indubitable truth
The sole and only purpose of our beings absolute
The kult is our kin. Praising the eight kings

Abgott Death Kult
Idols which sprung from our hand to proclaim
Freedom in afterlife

Abgott Death Kult
Idols which free us from earthly remains
Patrons of our last rite. Baptised in blazing light

We will husk until perfection
We will skim for their affection, our resurrection

Death is their price
Flames are their trial
Cleansing lies in all our valiant cries
Sentenced to the stake is our disguise

Abgott Death Kult
The pyres they gloriously shine
Scorching our path to salvation


Abgott Death Kult
Our ashes will serve as their shrine
Rise, your ascend is near:
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