Supreme Hatred - Mörk Gryning

Out of the crypts we burst, to destroy

Your world, so false and weak

Warriors under command of the raging

Flame…

We are the masters of hell

In your mind we will rape you, torment

You, until there’s nothing left but a torn

Shell

Humans like ants crushed crunshingly

Under my feet

Their cries do me nothing, they feebly

Scream

My hatred’s supreme!

Your resistance will fall (dawn is no more)

Damnation from hell, incantation and spell

(god has failed)

Your face llike a million others I unidentify

With blood, I’m the omen of evil, drown in

My red flood

Humans like ants crushed sweetly under my feet

Their cries do me nothing, they feebly scream

Screams of pain amusing to me, your

Suffering brings me lust

Hear me I am the son of hell

I’ll turn you into fucking dust

We shall oppress your puny world

Soon will death come for thee

We are to raise hell on earth

Fear our hordes of blasphemy

From below we are rising

We are the ancient tyrants

Out of the crypts we burst, collecting your feeble souls

The demons will eat you, destroy humans is the goal

Humans like ants I crush sweetly under my feet

Their cries do me nothing

My hatred’s supreme

Give me your soul!