Testi:
Abyssic Hate

My darkest fears have become a frightening truth And the wounds are hidden so you cannot feel the pain For I have chosen the path of misery and sorrow

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

Scathing flames black as the night Transform into a powerful shape Black warriors in a cursed land Are embraced by the winters dusk Unholy trinities

My visions are all clouded I see nothing but red This hatred has now congealed to a near climatic state Why do I remain here to weaken through the years

retreat from this grasp of life Embracing the dark, rejoicing in this pain Forever I'll roam in the realm of my God I shall escape all that I hate I

pain, for foreign godless pass my entity sees another pray, swirless of desolate concealment rides the waves, where fantasies curl in the abyss's mystic