Satyr IX


I hear the night calling it knows my name,
I hear the night screaming summoned again
My need My lust for vengeance, black wings of hate,
My wrath at last has reason, legions awake!

And when the night calls,
We rise, we kill
Our covens grow in darkness,
Nurtured by weed and pills

Rise, rise,
Legions of Hatred
Rise, rise,
Legions of Hatred







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