Sons Of Hate

This is a new creation
Born as an abomination
From the ruins of hell
I bring devastation

One minute of scream
For ten hours of pain
A thousand dead minds dance
In the blood of his destruction

From the reign of the damned
You can hear the laments
Of the impaled bodies
With a smile on their faces

The calling of the beast
Has awaken in me
This thirst of evil that
Every men have

The sir sade had capture an angel
And have wrote on her wings
A erotic tale with blood
About heavens perish

The son of the war arrives, from a path of fire
Has born the disaster the darkness and chaos

I am the hate