Abaddon Songtext
von Twelve Tribes

He sighs in his whispers towards the skies
You tyrants unfit for this phantast
Cowered to prestige in his reconciled nest
Just as you promised from his last glimpse of life
The sunlight blinds his eyes

Fallen is abaddon she has become a cell for demons
For every foul bird every beast
For the angels have drunk the wine of their licentious passion
The lords of the sky have fucked her untouched

Strike down the blistering sun downtrodden aura hoax
The sidewinders pave the way to orcus necropolis

Black abaddon lay wretched in disgust
Exhaled by the breath of god onto glass
As though it was scribbled in my flesh, you die


Silver flames stare back at me
And stretch from his chin to crash down on my skull
Long faced descendant
Why must you gather at the stage of my fall?
You should be crawling as dragon flew
I saw michael with the key
As imprisoned wings curl
Detached for forever from heaven
Down Arioc uzziel to moloch and so very low
Beneath the dead, down below the orchid blossom

Cherub unfeeling sew your fragrance of sadness
Into the quilts of those who wish to wither in you
Blink as I spit gist in your mind
As you are no glistening son of mine
Wrestle you pawn
Wrestle you pawn, you

Wrestle you pawn
Through three hundred and sixty sullen degrees of patience, unknown
Unknown, unknown, unknown