Abgott Death Kult

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: Die acht Abgötter sind hier