Abaddon Incarnate The Sharing of Thoughts with the
Dead Letras:
Starlight filters through the trees I am rapt in
twisted taught I wander to the ancient tomb amidst
the stinking fog Beneath the moon upon a tomb
entranced in a black daze I seek forbidden truths
that lie beyond the grave

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Dark minds were born to suffer Beneath the lies of
the white Christ Be free among the dead ancients
Mind meld with the unholy rot

Sometimes I hear them moaning deep within their
vaults Starving, lonely, pathetic bastards
infected with the rot But if I spend long enough
in this morbid trance They begin to see my magic
and I become their God
Letras: The Sharing of Thoughts with the Dead Abaddon
Incarnate [final]