Satyricon

Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Little you,
still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind