Black New Age

Windir

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    Dressed in black with a pale expression
    I attack the world with extreme satisfaction
    I am the master, never more to be enslaved
    Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs
    There is time, but no time to waste
    There are rules, but they seem to fade
    I am the master of my own salvation
    A black cloud of obscure creation
    This new foundation, a new generation
    Bottled up on misanthropic hate
    A revolution, a new constitution, from real hatred
    Rather than blind fate
    This new foundation, a new generation
    Bottled up on misanthropic hate
    Rebels in the face of conformity
    Founders of the black new age, this is my life -
    This your hell - this is my exhibition -
    And it makes me well - what you can't stomach
    You no longer can stop
    You must eat your hatred or choke it up
    All things must be broken down, burned to ashes
    Bombed to the ground, a process og purification
    Where old mistakes are cremated
    No carrier of infection will survive
    No corrupted thoughts shall sound
    The new empire has found its ground

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