Misanthropy

We are the gates of misanthropy
The land of the trembling ghost
With no honour, no face
Tormented from hating the race
The land of hate governed
From who brings pain and despair
In the land of the living
Traitors
Half woman, half rot
Daughter of
The premonition of evil
Will bring all the infants
Where the throne will be pain
The canteen will be famine
And their table of rest
Will be exhaustion and illness
She who hates
And if they betray
Hang them on crosses and let the birds eat
Them to death
And if they betray
Hang then on crosses and let the sun have
Them for hell
I am the lord of the flies
I am the prince of the demons
I am the king of the damned
I’m misanthropy
Governed from who brings pain and despair
And will bring all the infants
Where the throne will be pain
The canteen will be famine
She who hates
She who hates