Abaddon Krist - Defacers Of God

Riding through the nightshades
To harvest masses of fear
Winds of grim and darkness
Blow with whispers and voices

An army of vengeance
A shadow of evil
Swarming through my soul
Marching

Defacers of god
Creators of sorrow
In these dark times
I speak the words of hate

I am a shadow by night
I slay all that defies me
I am a shadow by night I slay all that defies me
Overwhelmed by the ignorance
Of these creatures

Lurking within the mists,
The ruins and structures
Our bodies between dimensions
Awaiting unholy consent

An army of vengeance
A shadow of evil
Swarming through my soul
Marching

Defacers of god
Creators of sorrow
In these dark times
I speak the words of hate