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As the worms in the world's dirt
are crawling by the Night's edge.
As the useless creature
is filling pieces of filth.

Hate will kill the creature,
Hate will spill the liquid fire,
Hate will smash the life by
throwing itself on the altar.

As the sharp thorn
pierces directly into the heart.
As the bloodred sun
sets above the horizon.

Hate will blast the soul,
Hate will drive in as a wedge,
Hate will be fed by ourselves,
Hate will crack and strangle.

As the endless feeling
of Death that's always near.
As the imperial grandeur
there beyond the Gates of Hell.

Hate keeps waiting in the corner,
Hate is signing the verdict,
Hate can watch and know,
Hate will open the ways of Evil.

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