Wandering Sons Of The Obscure Throne (Made By Hate) के बोल

Cold soul, iced glazes Damned substance, The real incarnation of the Great One They damned look what is mortal flame Substance... Absence of the true reason Wandering... Made by hate - dead for it Made by hate - dead for it... They remember, they stand They became disciples of the obscure throne Emperors of their lands Spiritual realase Fallen black angels Material hate - eternal damnation Fallen black angels Material hate Sons returned From what he has created into chaos... ...Evil... Presences become negative Made by hate - dead for it Made by hate - dead for it... Avengers, punish who have betrayed What they were Materialization into flesh... Burn...in the eternal flames of the Great One