Untitled Hidden Track

My soul rose through the centuries Side by side with the greatest leaders Drank from their knowledge Derived by their honour and glory The world has changed No more longer honour and glory Crushed by banality of a race that preachees equality With your hypocritical tolerance You throw mud on our greatness We, descendants of noble and demonic ancestry You'd humiliated our ideals with your false moralism You thought us defeated Painfully deceived about your union Beware, you will learn to fear our look Because what you think a defeat is our rebirth, Restored by hate and rage That hypocritical humanity had gripped Drop by drop, time by time In our palpitating veins My war - against your hypocrisy My war - against false utopia sellers Against who buried our glory Because my enemies are my honour My war My war My war My war What you considered dead is rebirthing from their ashes Thirsty demon of hate and glory Furios rage slowly preparing but unrelenting To spread his dark light on your minor minds On your inferiority In his name a new age will flourish In which your worst nightmare Will be our victorious eyes...