Devilish Winds In The Void/ Take Up Thy Arms

Pagan

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The icy cold of the devilish wind of emptiness
Penetrates thoughts,
Filling the blood with hatred,
Devastating the mind
There is no place left
For pity and mercy
Only contempt and hatred
To the sheep instincts
Having trampled all "holy"
In the world of illusive realities
And desires...
Only one emptiness
Where the icy cold and hatred rule
The law is one -
Icy cold mind
Raise the weapon...
Devilish wind in emptiness...