The XI Wings of Death

Handful Of Hate

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Majestic and shining
The sky is dripping lust
No one can pass away before the time of coming war
I drown in blood my pleasure
I crush your path
The time is speaking about thy blood, thy seed, thy raging lust.

Erected son of earth
Your rest I set apart

I lead the eleven wings of death acclaiming the crowned throne of sperm
I show the serpent's brand engraved in fire on my left hand.

I bring your voice - aggression! strength and fight
I feel your thorns of passion and shame - fade away.

I lead the eleven wings of death acclaiming the crowned throne of sperm
I show the serpent's brand engraved in fire on my left hand.
Exalting who is taking arms, you kill for my delight
Descending from the shadows, the voice of blazing night.