In the Arms of Fog Nocturnal Depression

Fanatic genocidal passion
With earth murdering desires
Endless repulsion towards man
And all the filthy things he admires
The worship of synthetic souls
An order from a history of lies
May all this pain be washed away
When this world finally dies

"You haven't seen anyone die have you? Certainly not upclose. That swept final gasp for them and then absolute silence. The stillness of the body as the flesh turns white. You're terrified right now because you think of it as death. But think of it as freedom."

Hatred of infernal proportions
Flow through the dephts of my soul
All love abolished
From my cold black heart
All humans begone
Your lives are all done for
My obsession shall slay you all
I will redeem the fire and be your fall

I shall seduce your young ones
I shall be the last one remaining
I feel the bloodlines
I am werewolf training

All emotions overthrown
All feelings deleted
They all lie
They all deserve to die