Hatred of the HeartThe Hatred of the HeartYou start your life fragile, untouched, free of hatred and rageYou grow, learn what's good and bad, on your ownyou're alone, no one watches over you, as the loneliness consumesYou rip yourself away from the physical world, a land filled with your emotionsOnce again, you stand alone against a cruel worldYou grow older, go insane, you delude yourself to be happy, and careless, though, deep inside it burns, each day the flame grows hotter and bigger, your fury building up, as the years pass byYou break, flame, hatred, cruelty, wrath, death and inner destruction breaks outDeep inside you know, that from the very start...you have been digging your own grave.......only to say goodbye without anyone knowing
Blood is LifeOnly with blood and gore can I satisfy the hatred within me.Only with blood and gore can I stay sane.Only with the blood of our fallen brothers can we rebuild a new life of darkness and death. Where the grim reaper will rip your soul apart, painless, heartless, deathly.Though, when someone falls, they take with them the hearts of many. One heart has fallen and the other beats. When one goes, the other comes.Blood is life, for out of the blood of our dead soul rises a newborn life, love, friendship and with new blood.As we live together in a society of slavery and pain. It is to us, to live on the legacy.We are blood.We are...Life.