The Scrolls

Embodiment of Hate is what are my lord
Each of your ten horns makes war with the lamb
Blood is your prize
On war you ever feed

You shall magnify yourself above every god
All that dwell upon the earth shall worship thee
Mesmerized the earth
The death all bow before
This pain I deify (...)

Here the time is unreal
Here eternity has a name
The death all bow before

You lift you sword against those who aspire to the light
Religions die and the holy power will keep silent
War is your prize
Through hell you ever live

The circle of fury that starts in hell and reaches earth
Turning man against his brother till man exist no more
Sorrow is your prize
Tears of blood is your gift

This pain I deify to the end of my days (...)

Your Hate takes none alive
Exterminate divinities
Death to those who failed
Free from the Sun they live in hell

Enter the gates to hell
Where you with us dwell
Free the evil within
As you body rots away

Now the evil control the energy - the rest is dust and air
Tormented souls dream of vengeance through your lips they speak
Cursed are the feeble for they shall be blotted out
Eyes cannot penetrate the light and darkness at down at endless night

Here the time is unreal
Here eternity has a name
The death all bow before