Abyssic Hate – Cleansing Of An Ancient Race

In these valleys roams my deceased soul

Like the wolf of night it howls

In memoriam of my sinned past

My lust for desecration grows

Cleansing of an ancient race

Where beauty is in its bestial form

The darkest coffin shall be my throne

Before my lies visions of pain

A dawning age of fear for shapes that are weak

I taste their blood for it’s now pure

I’ll drown my skin in my enemies’ life

I await for the holocaust

My mind transforms – once flesh, now flame

I show no fear for the holocaust