Into Black Divine

The power, the pride and the hateful grace
Are predominant traits in the reign of greats
My will is to slave all of weaker kind
The one with the strength is only I
Thy will is to die once I lay my eyes
Upon your slight effort to end my life
Indignity followed by greet of death
An honor fit for the shameful deaf

Into black, into divine
Into black, into divine

And the slither of black through the veins
Is the entrance to meet eternal ways
Of violence, of death and the glorious days
To overcome miserable human fates
I crush you with fist of no innocence
Compassion is not on my legend of sense
Wrath is a word of true underrate
Of black flame inside fueled by hate

Approaching the end of the end of times
I slay with no wavering of the mind
To kill is to live is the real divine
The enchantment of death, touch out of life
Say your weak sayings come out of lies
The help of unreal will not grasp your cries
Your resistance a droplet in a sea
Accept your demise, a pending defeat

A true force I can not control
A mighty force I let triumph
A grim great I embrace tight
A solid strength I never will deny