My vanished kingdom, in the land of the wolves, deep below all holy, in the ruins of my humanity
I hail my forest and my promised eternity, i'll leave the light into the temples of forgotten wisdom
Hate in my soul, beginning a path of blood
Wounds declined and long ago forgotten
Despar ahead of me, flame of my soul dormant
Too heavy are my memories
I purify myself from life, scaping White Skin clearer
humiliating your world, on shores of despair
Great is the weight of my will
I hear the breath, a strange visage
Inhumane and bloody, my black soul
Ritual, Blasphemy, in the walls of my death-temple
Evil, from the shadows of unholy and Death
I'm walking towards black holocaust
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