Pagan Lorn Outrage
In your joy and changes into enviousness An unstoppable conqueror Prospering in the middle of your endless ranks Strangling you to death with your cold hand Rippling chatter is the alloy of your skin Stubborn appearance is our armor Our spoken words are numerous and hurting The glow is our obsession Intense coldness and the cutlass of purity Burn themselves through the decayed skull of your innocence Beautiful brutal violence shreds the monster Beasts with human brains is what we are Sharpened senses and nothing to lose Instinctively acting Free living For us hating is an art Hear the progressing step of the machine The chivalrous rescuer Masturbating pure energy Live the pounding The might The marching of our dreams Massive rage Formed into the inner meaning The death-squadron is alive The legion crushes your detestable frailty You will become Or you will pass by Nameless A single selection done by life Does it only take these few words To change your will into mine Gnawing weakness scolding from Distorted faces is our opponent No escape submit yourself to your fate And try to form yourself somehow Any new beginning tolerated Surrender ends with carnage
