Hate fed by the embers I hold in my hand
A sparkling wrath burning and growing from the ash
Feeds the empty hatred born from within a tomb
Shot up from the mouth of a pointless thought
Rancor beseeches mercy
Begging on its knees
To take over
And turn again everything to ashes
In an endless vicious cycle
Thirsting life in the edge of death
Filled with dread in the darkest halls
A call of desperation in the silence
Tired of walking through the arid land of desolation
Sharpens his voice
To cruelly reply
A soulless cry
Ascending from the flames
Of a town bathed in blood
That weeps under the rain
In the heat of its last lament
A warcry
Drown in an ocean of suffering
A desperate scream
That turns the soldier into a soulless butcher
Rancor beseeches mercy
Begging on its knees
To take over
And turn again everything to ashes
In an endless vicious cycle

INVIA LE CORREZIONI