Текст песни Born from Hate...

So, my soul is whittled, with axe of executioner With soul covered in the abyss of night I look in the dark with owl's eyes And I can see shadow of my soul Born from hate, born from pain I am condamned to make devastation Like an ancient fathers I have to fight I'll touch the blood with my hands it will be done I'm going through pool sowed by dead bodies My axe in my hands shivers My revenge, my devastation I pray for the old days without god and cross Still I'm going and I don't care I have to do what I have to do Rules lost in time I will tear out from deepest light