Windir

Dressed in black with a pale expression,
I attack the world with extreme satisfaction,
I am the master, never more to be enslaved,
Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs,
There is time, but no time to waste,
There are rules, but they seem to fade,
I am the master of my own salvation,
A black cloud of obscure creation,
This new foundation, a new generation,
Bottled up on misanthropic hate,
A revolution, a new constitution,
From real hatred, rather than blind fate,
This new foundation, a new generation,
Bottled up on misanthropic hate,