Original lyrics

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War-Machine, Bestower of Hate Source of complaints and doom Eye that stres dark horizons, so close Fed by the Hate of a whole mourning mass A rotten black mass, voices swallowed by the depth Disturbed by the weight of their suffering His watch spreads, inexorable Spread, purifying the earth Silent awaits The great day of no-remorse Poisonous Hate creeping into the ground Stamped by shameless profaners Cursed by the true shadow and the mark of an infamous misery I see it in front of our eyes Sentence of Death A row of crosses, nibbled by the worms Eyes imploring unto the Great Above No resto to the holy guilty In torment will be the long silence and for us, the Great Victory (who will see a different future?) Follow the procession of the one who dares The long night will wash away every sacred sin Darkness will possess those, those who deserve in the most...