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