Abyssic Hate

has been renewed
My form\'s an untamed beast
Roaming a land for which I do not care
This existence is incomplete
Until I taste the wines of their defeat
Pain - I no longer can withstand
Blood - I taste upon my lips
Death - unto the shapes of flesh
Hate - is what I possess

03. 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 grows
Cleansing of an ancient race
Where beauty is in its bestial form
The darkest coffin shall be my throne
Before my lies visions of pain
A 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 holocaust
My mind transforms - once flesh, now flame
I show no fear for the holocaust

04. Land of Impenetrable Darkness

Scathing flames black as the night
Transform into a powerful shape
Black warriors in a cursed land
Are embraced by the winters dusk
Unholy trinities form beneath the stars
They shall return from beyond these gates
Horror and pain infect their skin
As he steps from the mist
Screams of pain sweep the enchanted lands
By the red moons of Mordor
Furious winds caress the robes
Of the nine horned beasts
His mortal foes are but destroyed
From the ruins do they arise
Savages from all foreign shores
Will hear their tormented cries
The flames of the fire contain nine darkened hearts
All weak skin they wither and transform
Unleashed powers as the ring is restored
Eternal cremations where death is their strength
The hymns of mourning and sorrow embrace the once world
Pure evil forces infect these bitter winds

05. Damned for Eternity

I glare at what has become
Under these darkened grey skies
I cry out for my death
To seek the land of horror and pain
These piercing blades of steel
Is the way for us to die
The sword cuts through the sky
But no cries are heard, not one
I forever close my eyes
Immortal I have become
All life seeps from my skin
My ambition is now complete
I am the ruthless lord
Of this ancient realm
I spread this plague of fears
As a saviour eternally damned
In a world where the skies reign blood
And the pitiful and weak are none
All glory shall come again
In these forms of purest black
We praise the chants of war
We slaughter the sick and weak
Raise our swords to kill
For our Reich of impurity and hate

06. Tarrasque

Spawned from the Prime Material Plane
Sent to punish nature entire
The reptilian destroyer has been sent
By the Gods to end this world
He is a scaled biped
A true killing machine
With two horns upon his head and a lashing tail
He has claws akin to steel
And a reflective carapace
He\'ll trample the weak under and foot
His name is the Tarrasque
He sends fear throughout the valley
Though dormant half the turn
He arises to annihilate the ancient ways of old
His chest shall wield 100 gems and his body 10 magic shields
His scales are like pure rock forged from the deepest Abyss
Immunity to the heat and cold
The weak shall paralyse with fear
He devours from endless miles around
No shadows from his sight
Enshrouded in mystery
A hideous abomination of God
From the Elemental Princes of Evil
A gift of no return
A demon in a silver skin, a legend of forgone years
The Tarrasque shall live again
In the form of one whom is black
The blood of carrion shall fall
And devour holy flesh
This land shall be cleansed of filth
For he has the force of twelve
His powers remain intact; the ancient myths won\'t die
Spirit of a long forgotten past
Leaving nothing in his wake
Scaling the timeless landscape
Destroying all with his bestial hate
The horror for six is nigh
The task is at hand
The acts of mortal man are crushed by his fury and hate

07. Bloodletting

My shadowed spirit has become a hollow void
There is no solace nothing left but pain
Forever I am called to cross into the unknown
Yet there is a fear which I don\'t understand
I must retreat from this grasp of life
Embracing the dark, rejoicing in this pain
Forever I\'ll roam in the realm of my God
I shall escape all that I hate
I am beyond their emotions
I am at one with the dead
Revile and despise the traditions of mankind
Crush the barriers that enslave your soul
And pass the gate to the netherworld
Enter the realm where evil prevails
I drift off into foreign worlds from the fear of mortal life
Pains of steel sweep my arm; I seek the land where humanity dies
The blade does caress my neck and the life flows from the wound
No longer to be mortal, I\'ll now exist as a God