Exsecratum - Wandering Sons Of The Obscure Throne (made By Hate) Lyrics

Cold soul, iced glazes
Damned substance,
The real incarnation of the Great One
They damned look what is mortal flame
Substance...
Absence of the true reason
Wandering...

Made by hate - dead for it
Made by hate - dead for it...

They remember, they stand
They became disciples of the obscure throne
Emperors of their lands
Spiritual realase

Fallen black angels
Material hate - eternal damnation
Fallen black angels
Material hate

Sons returned
From what he has created into chaos...
...Evil...
Presences become negative

Made by hate - dead for it
Made by hate - dead for it...

Avengers, punish who have betrayed
What they were
Materialization into flesh...
Burn...in the eternal flames of the Great One