I that seeketh revenge with a furious power.
In Three superior deities by force of thunder.
In the names of anger and jealousy I command.
For darkness to rise from The Abyss.
A blackest whiplash of ecstacy from their kiss.
The three goddesses of cruel death.
Punnish all thine enemies without any sounds.
Kill them and make them plead for mercy.
Yet keep them all alive, in the fires of pain.
Hail Darkness.
A sanctuary for the lonely.
A black kingdom for all the unloved.
And a revolution of horror and terror.
For those that dare to harm the silent and proud.
We bring death and shame to oppressors.
And to all those that maquerade.
Like the forest of whispers at night.
We bring aggression and fear.
Deep from the heart of the nocturnal forests.
The great and mighty stormy Hellpit.
Where Themis commands the rain.
To beat down on the evil clowns below.
So this night of pure ecstacy and power.
We command the thunderous rages.
To burn our foes with burning hail.
May the dark ones rise against the daylight.
And bring suffering to all the ingrates.
So Let It Be.
Hail The Furious Ones.
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