Book Of Black Earth In Hatred And Misery
This an offering of shadows to the grand machine. Hail
your false gods in hatred and misery. Let them hate us,
let them curse our names. Let them strike at us. You
cannot kill what you did not create. Older than the
oldest of ways with chords that run deep. Stronger than
the strongest of spells with new forms rising, colder,
faster, darker, let the holy ground be thy tomb. Turning
of the gears mechanical, hatred, slowing of the cogs by
their own blindness. The iron prison, false Christian
world. Serving to remind us of our own ancient ways.
Turning of the gears mechanical, hatred, slowing of the
cogs by their own blindness. The iron prison, false
Christian world, serving to remind us of our own anti-
Christian ways. Stray far behind us, lose your way. Lay
this curse upon you in my wake. Fail as you've never
failed before. Suffer in hatred and misery. Your
prophecies are false, your legacy is done. Your followers
grow weak. You are the feast. Your prophecies are false,
your legacy is done. Your followers grow weak. You're
hatred is our feast.
