Silent Inferno - Golden Dawn

Atop the hill, facing the nightfall

Birds of ill omen are sending me scorn

My heart has stopped aching

Like a skull in a coffin my soul is resting within

Unborn …

In his kingdom of thorns I am one with his horns

Run, baby, run — I am Satans son

For me all love is dead

And the tears that I shed …

Wasted seeds of despair I no longer care

Insane misanthropy is striking my mind

Malicious contempt for all mankind

Murder and suffering I evoke

Gory like a berserk and as steady as an oak

I walk my path in silence

Crossing pain and violence

Beholding you without a sound

Man, a tool of evil unbound