Из альбома: Pure Unadulterated Hate
There was the time
When I wanted the blackness
To be my breath
For it to be my very being and blood
Black, where should me luminous red
Soon a light I had seen in the darkness
So many times before
The light did not find me
Like that constructed icon of slaves
No, I found it
A black flame of knowledge
I take that sigil to my breast
Knowing the true master was all it took
Clarify my path in the convoluted existence
Answers were always there
I just never knew the questions to ask
They are my brothers in the great Darkness
Stoned as one legion in rule
What they ask for, I have to offer
What they give in return,
Unmatched by any mortal force