Abattoir - Gehenna

Death is its wings

Riding you like a plague

The clock is ticking

Your life will fade

This nightly realm

Is void of your god

Can not hide

Can not deny

Can not turn away

Can not pray

You are lost

And hold no key

Can not defend yourself

Death is certain

Drowning in the disgust

Your own regurgitated blood

Pain will keep your senses clear

Like visions of the dying cross

Surrender your flesh

To furnish the flames

It has destroyed you