In hate i trust
my hate not rust,
i blow in horn -
my hate - have born.
I walk on street,
the hate so sweet.
I touch my glove,
i dont know love.
The world is not
for me. His rot. *1
And weapon steam *2
will be for him.
On peak of rage *3
i bow my cage,
i feel your fear -
your end is near. *4
I,ll reach my goal, *5
my soul as coal,
black holes - my eyes,
my hate arise.
A ringing bell,
wont save from hell,
too weak all gate -
i made of hate.
***
i am, my mate -
consist of hate.
*
assume your fate -
i made of hate.
*
remember, mate -
i am the hate.
*
remember, mate -
i am a hate.
*
i have no mate -
i am a hate.
*
i have no mate,
i made of hate.
*
you see, my mate -
i am a hate.
***
*1
for me. I got.
*2
gunfire steam
*3 (Разница в произношении).
On peak of rage
will be carnage,
*4
the hate is here.
*5
I cold as pole,
*
I dont know stroll,
***
Арт из игры "Hatred", ни арт ни игра вдохновением не служили.
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