Carnivorous Strike of the Knife - Abominator

Voracious ritual of our discontent

Flames now ignited in black urns

Altars of flesh stand before us at Gehenna

The moon carves a path for our souls to learn

Praises to Moloch, ghouls of the chosen keep

Demonic land, the resting place, at Gehenna we sleep

Ultimate soil of suffering, repugnant hellhole

Smoke casting black shadows of burning souls

Immortality, flesh suppressed our entities

Prepare to burn with the flock, congregate for Moloch

With the carven’s symbol now drawn

And the ashclouds obscuring the light of dawn

Waiting for holy victims to be lured

To cut and burn them, all trace obscured

Carnivorous strike of the knife!

Praises to Moloch, ghouls of the chosen keep

Demonic land the resting place, at Gehenna we sleep

For the blood is victory, Satanic allegory

Portal to eternal life, it opens!

Stoke a fire, sever a victim

Form a cauldron with your desires

Fill the darkness with hateful remains

Watch the flesh turn to mire

Psychotic aura attracts the smoke

With nocturnal strength you continue to stoke

Time to seek, to excoriate

No longer shall we lie in wait

Commence the hunt for tender flesh

Bring to our control, their charred death!

The light of dawn bears a scorn, we must escape

Retreat to a dark where the cross is marked, place of disdain

Immortal carnivores of hell we’ve become once again

The knife bears the gleams of the victims eternal pain

Cleansing ourselves with the very art

That reduced us to our impure state

Seeking liquids their purity breeds

Lust for mortal flesh it will satiate