Sentiment of Chaos

A sentiment of utter darkness
 Embrace my Grande soul
 Old is the motion
 That used to move me
 In such evil manner
 But through ten years
 I carried no variance
 But valid unholy hate
 As a bastard vagabond of hell
 I marched these fields of filth
 Through fog scattered forest's
 And sadistic undergrounds
 Still wearing the same old hate
 Towards... Exactly you!
 Salve! Father of darkness
 Facing you
 Through the eyes of my prey
 Sensing you
 Through the stench of my prey
 Wearing the mark of hate
 I am the filth stains on the medals of honour
 And the beast on the back of the lamb
 A woman and three children
 Burned spontanious till death
 Master of tragedies, your chaos is impotent
 Increase the harm!
 And let us see, through the real eyes of hell
 Lead us through raining fire
 Destruction, war and pain
 End my graveyard shift
 On this doomed & fucked earth
 Destruction
 War
 Pain