The Circle Of Disdain

We are the sword of hatred

In the hands of great demon

We are the sons of darkness

Giving honor to the devil

We are the blade in the heart of

Jesus hanging on the cross

We are the thorn an the head

To make the pain harder

We are the evil

We are making own world

We are the blasphemer

Covered by cloth of disdain

We go by our ways

After own rules

Closed in own circle

We are making own world

Don't care about strange ideals

Unimportant strange cult

Closed in own circle

Covered by cloth of disdain

We are candles of truth

Overthrowing old deceit

We are revenge's whip

Leaving bloody trade

We are harbinger of death

In apocalyptic battle

We are evil's spectrum

To destroy the world