Dead Hills - Nocturnal Hatred (Purgatory)


Under the black moonlight
Under a sea of trees
I prepare my unholy
Ritual of hatred

Under the reign of hate
Under stormclouds vast
Within me
All is dead

The writhing worms of death
Crawl inside of me
Eating away my peace
Becoming a beast of hate

All senses numb
The night eats my soul

Mind clouded
By a blackened haze
Thoughts obscured
By this blackened rage

I unsheath the dagger
And remove these worms
As I can now stand
On my own fury

The light is all gone
The night becomes all
Remaining with only
Nocturnal hatred

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