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I hear a chant of Evil

No one stands upon me

No one breathers the same freedom

I swore to Evil

Freedom to the left hand

Barbed wire in right

Halo of meanness rounds my heart

Receptacle of spirit is filled with cold

Dancing on the grave of mercy

I drive nails in compassion

I mix up wind of hope with a cemetery stench

I thrust my fangs in corpse of virtue

Desecrating smouldering ruins

I clear a place for Evil birth

Hand in hand with immortality

I trample down through eternal flames of nether

Flow the slowest poison

I ride on your waves

Bring death, bring grief

Bring tears

Which I will enjoy