paroles de chanson The Scrolls - Hate
Embodiment
of
Hate
is
what
are
my
lord,
Each
of
your
ten
horns
makes
war
with
the
lamb,
Blood
is
your
prize,
On
war
you
ever
feed,
You
shall
magnify
yourself
above
every
god,
All
that
dwell
upon
the
earth
shall
worship
thee,
Mesmerized
the
earth,
The
death
all
bow
before,
This
pain
I
deify
(...)
Here
the
time
is
unreal,
Here
eternity
has
a
name,
The
death
all
bow
before,
You
lift
you
sword
against
those
who
aspire
to
the
light,
Religions
die
and
the
holy
power
will
keep
silent,
War
is
your
prize,
Through
hell
you
ever
live,
The
circle
of
fury
that
starts
in
hell
and
reaches
earth,
Turning
man
against
his
brother
till
man
exist
no
more,
Sorrow
is
your
prize,
Tears
of
blood
is
your
gift,
This
pain
I
deify
to
the
end
of
my
days
(...)
Your
Hate
takes
none
alive,
Exterminate
divinities,
Death
to
those
who
failed,
Free
from
the
Sun
they
live
in
hell,
Enter
the
gates
to
hell,
Where
you
with
us
dwell,
Free
the
evil
within,
As
you
body
rots
away,
Now
the
evil
control
the
energy
- the
rest
is
dust
and
air,
Tormented
souls
dream
of
vengeance
through
your
lips
they
speak
Cursed
are
the
feeble
for
they
shall
be
blotted
out,
Eyes
cannot
penetrate
the
light
and
darkness
at
down
at
endless
night,
Here
the
time
is
unreal,
Here
eternity
has
a
name,
The
death
all
bow
before,
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