Cleansing Of An Ancient Race

In these valleys roams my deceased soul

Like the wolf of night it howls

In memoriam of my sinned past

My lust for desecration growsCleansing of an ancient race

Where beauty is in its bestial form

The darkest coffin shall be my throne

Before my lies visions of painA dawning age of fear for shapes that are weak

I taste their blood for it's now pure

I'll drown my skin in my enemies' life

I await for the holocaustMy mind transforms - once flesh, now flame

I show no fear for the holocaust