Hate the eyes of mercyHate the infants' criesHate the hordes of weakened mindsHate the whoresWorship all destructionLove to hateSalute lack of emotionSalute charred remainsAwaiting the wicked - the ancient onesStand proud and praise your chaliceSearch your brain for reasonAnd find you're totally insaneFill your soul with pure destructionThen paint your smile with sheer decay