Invoc(H)ate - Naglfar

Come forth currents so negative

Surge through my parched Veins

Set my Blood ablaze in boiling fury

Make me one with Hate

Drain me of Compassion

Make my heart cold as the Grave

Bestow me with the Strength I need

To fulfill the Deeds I crave

This is my Knife

Razorsharp and so sublime

It’s A useless Fact for you, I know

Since the Time has come for you to die

In A World of Screams and Anguish

Upon A Throne of Bones I’ll reign

I invoke the glorious Force of Hate

Forevermore I’ll revel in your Pain

So forge my worthless being

Into an Instrument of Death

I shall honor it and use it well

Until the Day I draw my final breath

Invoke Hate — Invocate

Invoke Hate — The Ruin of Man I celebrate

F*ck off to Life

Your futile Presence has been denied

Your broken Body now shivering

To the deadly crooning of my Knife

In A World of burning Glory

Wherein Murder is my King

Where all the Whores shall get what they deserve

Yes, in Choirs of Pain they all shall sing

So come forth great Storm of Hatred

Permeate me evil Wind

For the Time has come for me to purge

Let the Cleansing now begin

Invoke Hate — Invocate

Invoke Hate — The Ruin of Man I celebrate