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