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

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