Brigade of Hate-Mutilator

Come from the drains Marching like a troop Each step ahead Seems just cry and pain The vengeance and the hate Beat in their minds Will spit on your face And laugh at your cry Hidden in the shadows They follow your steps The despair will hit you And your brain gets crazy Wandering over bodies Rests of a slaughter They watch proudly Their brand written in blood Ghost wander aimless Over desolation The destruction builds its kingdom With the power of their lives Now it's your turn Pray for your soul Breath for the last time Close your eyes and die Give your soul and your aimless life Entrust your self to the power of hate or f**k you