Abgott Death Fugue
A dead man
Leading the hunt, he plays
With his vipers he rises and rises
When the day draws darker
To the dark land
Your golden path he writes, any step
At dawn we stand
And the star's mist
He bashes his laws into the ground
While you dig the graves in the ground
He commands us... the commands us... he commands you
When the day draws darker
To the dark land
You'll have a grave then in the clouds
He grabs the rod in his belt
He swings his eyes
Dark and darker
Jab your spades deep and deeper... tear deeper
He shouts with blades more swirling the air
He's dead and plays with vipers
The dead man leading the hunt he shouts and blades us swiftly
The death he plays with his masters the darker and vipers
He shouts "sonape your strings... darker... you'll rise then as smoke to the sky"
He shoots you with shot made of lead
You know the true man leading the hunt
He loses his hounds, us grants a grave in the air
And plays with vipers...
Sleep
Annihilation