Caress the hatred within your soul, let it
Overcome you.
In the end all is gone, every last color,
Every last hue.
All that is lost in the burning, an errution
Of all emotion.
Peace is found somewhere deep, buried in the
Commotion.
Death is the key that opens wide the spired
Gates of wrath.
It shows the way to another place, down a
Long beaten path.
Those who have come and gone many ages before
us.
Sing a song of deathly tune and doubly evil
Chorus.
Soothing are the sounds of hate, when placed
All togeather.
It holds you close like a mothers arms
Against evil weather.

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