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Beasts harnessed to misery chariot

Lathered, rush over dead bodies

Death himself steers Dispair and Ruin, lashing with Hate

Forcing mortals to assasinate

With misanthropy in distracted eyes

We spill the blood

All is pitch black and only bones gleam in the mud

Blood red mud

Gods of all aeons turn into ashes

Beggars and kings die of same gashes

This day we all will die, Hatred at the helm

Black wind stands on guard

Of us to spill our blood on mud

Blood red mud

The end of all epochs means end of us all

We are mere ghosts roaming about

Wars are in past - all warriors dead

And no redemption awaits us beyond