Dark eyes meet in a black corner of the earth
Hate burns scars within our minds
False shall be separated from the [bad word] 
The moment of departure follows time

Nocturnal wrath unfolds us
Melancholic silence surrounds
Walls are breeding malignant seeds
The spawn of hate shall be unleashed

Rot to Dead

Face to face – brother against brother
The bitter taste of loss of own ideals
Atmosphere of evil, selfish minds
in a battle which no-one will prevail

Paradoxal tranquillity
Leads the Fiend out of our minds
Raging wrath – now weeping sorrow
But Hate remains in our hearts

Rot to Dead