Spit on mankind with mouth full of growing hate And summon the howling winds of war I dig the grave for the slaughtered world With hands till elbows in blood
Recognize me in the raven Which rip the dismal sky I fight the battle that I am cursed on Alone against all...
I believe in power of evil And ride under it’s banner I fight the battle that I am cursed on Alone against all...
The devil’s looking through my eyes The devil is smith of my ravenous swords The devil squirming in my heart And painting all my visions in red
Some Wounds Bleed Forever Some Wounds Bleed Misanthropy
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