Lirieke: Abigor. Misanthrope.
Hate - absolute and pure
Existence in this mass is impossible
To stand in their lines
Is to fight amongst enemies
I'm not human
For they are called humans
They bleed - I become stronger
Their fear - my pride
God is dead - now we'll slaughter his following too
Existence in this mass is impossible
To stand in their lines
Is to fight amongst enemies
I'm not human
For they are called humans
They bleed - I become stronger
Their fear - my pride
God is dead - now we'll slaughter his following too
Gewilde versoeke