In Abhorrence - Nightrage

The true intentions of all

Acts ever performed

All essence of our being

In its purest form

Since the cradle of existence

We rose above the sun

Scorching the earth we walk

In the name of «the one»

A falling sky

Can’t hold the weight we apply

The end of the line

In abhorrence

We’re waiting to die

The source of all malicious

Acts born out of the abnorm

A scent of foul decay

That follows through the storm

At the brink of our extinction

We flourish at our best

We reek of decomposition

As we’re laid to rest

A falling sky

Can’t hold the weight we apply

The end of the line

In abhorrence

We’re waiting to die

The true intentions of all

Acts ever performed

All essence of our being

In its purest form

The source of all malicious

Acts born out of the abnorm

A scent of foul decay

That follows through the storm

A falling sky

Can’t hold the weight we apply

The end of the line

In abhorrence

We’re waiting to die