March thou shalt, never to be found
these fråstic caotic battlefields of reigning mörkness
in the Middle of the cosmic runes, thou shalt be guided
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We hate humanity, we despise pity
We reign the weak, we posses thy leaders
We stand no emotion, we kill your gods
We are true, we are hate

The gåtes of bleeding thou shalt be guided
Forevermöys torment, your destiny in därk clarity
thou shalt learn to worship, thous shalt be tortured
The black hell awaits thou

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