The Lord of Abominations lurks outside the abyss He's the rider of the howling winds, trailing rottenness His face is a mass of entrails of animals and men His breath the stench of rotting flesh, of vomit and of sin [SUBCHORUS] HE'S THE DARK ANGEL OF ALL EXCRETION AND ALL THAT WILL TURN SOUR LORD OF THE FUTURE, A TIME OF GROSS DECAY... His perfume is cold death, the stench of filth and pain He corrupts the food of life with lepers he has lain Your destiny is written on the walls of his domain He's the master of the fates, your doom he can proclaim [SUBCHORUS] March... March... [CHORUS] LORD OF ABOMINATIONS, LORD OF DECAY LORD OF ABOMINATIONS, RULER OF DISMAY [2X] [SOLO] [BRIDGE] [SUBCHORUS] [CHORUS]