No more shall I hear scorn and derision
No more shall I tolerate accusions and threaths
No more shall I witness injustice towards me
I will have my vengeance...

Now, as I gather the essence of evil under my shade
I unite it with my innermost feelings
I release the true nature of man in me
This shall be my finest hour...

My finest hour!

No more shall I turn my eyes away
As my kind is being despised and laughed upon
No more shall I close my ears from the screams
As my kind is being made the scapegoat

Now, as I taste the bitter blood in my mouth
I feel strange as if controlled by something inhuman
I glance through eyes which are not mine
This shall be my finest hour....

My finest hour!

As I carve the symbol
I see my own reflection
And now I finally know
Who I truly am

The final fulfillment...is now at hand
My enemies will witness...their ultimate end
Remorse they ask...which I won´t give
For a warrior of the Pentagram knows nothing of such

...I know nothing of such!

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