Lyrics: Abyss Of Woe
Artist: GWAR
Album: Violence Has Arrived
Song: Abyss Of Woe
Released: 2001
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Abyss Of Woe lyrics
After the carnage steam rises through snow
You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
This empty feeling ?all that remains
Red with rage
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy crime
The cycle of torment the pleasure of sin
Licking the lap where my load must begin
I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied
Hail the crimson blur violence has arrived!
Red with rage
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy crime
The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor
Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
Who grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls?
But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin
And it was a battle we never could win
But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall
Heeding the horn of my funeral call
The mutilated millions I was born to appall
Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall
The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne
Laid waste to usurpers ill I stood all alone
Ripped out guts
Gouged out eyes
If you kill them
They will die
Red with rage
You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
This empty feeling ?all that remains
Red with rage
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy crime
The cycle of torment the pleasure of sin
Licking the lap where my load must begin
I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied
Hail the crimson blur violence has arrived!
Red with rage
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy crime
The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor
Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
Who grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls?
But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin
And it was a battle we never could win
But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall
Heeding the horn of my funeral call
The mutilated millions I was born to appall
Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall
The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne
Laid waste to usurpers ill I stood all alone
Ripped out guts
Gouged out eyes
If you kill them
They will die
Red with rage
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