The Circle Of Disdain

We are the sword of hatred
 In the hands of great demon
 We are the sons of darkness
 Giving honor to the devil
 We are the blade in the heart of
 Jesus hanging on the cross
 We are the thorn an the head
 To make the pain harder
 We are the evil
 We are making own world
 We are the blasphemer
 Covered by cloth of disdain
 We go by our ways
 After own rules
 Closed in own circle
 We are making own world
 Don't care about strange ideals
 Unimportant strange cult
 Closed in own circle
 Covered by cloth of disdain
 We are candles of truth
 Overthrowing old deceit
 We are revenge's whip
 Leaving bloody trade
 We are harbinger of death
 In apocalyptic battle
 We are evil's spectrum
 To destroy the world