Abaddon - Far West Battlefront, Karl Schubach

Sick, decaying before him,

The clock calls for devine retribution,

Fear him as you lay among the corruption,

Death comes for idol souls,

There is nothing waiting for you when you die,

He is resurrection and annihilation all in one,

Your bodies rot, while you fantasise your innocence,

How does it feel to know that your sacrifice will be in vain?

(Schubach)

I am the one you will come to call master,

I am the one that you’re doomed to call king,

Damned, to beg me for your redemption,

Locked in a cage with no hope of salvation,

No hope of salvation, for the masters of disease,

Heretics,

The blinded non-believers, who quiver at my name,

Once awoken they will fear me as they rise in eternal damnation,

Eternal damnation,

Now, you’ll beg me for your redemption,

The clock calls for execution,

Wishing you had time to care,

Wishing that you weren’t a parasite,

Ungrateful piece of shit,

You are nothing but a filthy, putrid, dirty, wasted, blackened, fated human

soul,

I always wanted to become one with you, so become one with me

Forget the ocean, forget the sky,

Forget the cities that you plague,

You lost it all in a game that’s proven fatal for your kind,

I lay claim to ungracious lives,

Those thankless individuals who deserve to die,

Believing it’s okay, believing it’s alright,

That their sins are forgiven.