Spirit Of Gospa - Hate

Read the Hatred deep wiothin my eyes and bow to me

Pain is my reward I become majesty

He turned water into wine, I yurn wine into flesh

He animates the dead I make the scream out their rage

Blood sipped into soil of this earth and made me breathe

In the coldness of a land without light I await his death

Virgins speak my words craving for my coldest touch

In frenzy they adore serpent’s skin bowing their heads

The strangled, the burnt, the tortured let him hear your spells of death

The killed, the raped, the stabbed rise and scream out your hatred

He turned water into wine, I yurn wine into flesh

He animates the dead I make the scream out their rage

Scream out their rage!

Scream out their rage!