Texty piesní Ablaze in Hatred

Ablaze in Hatred

When The Blackened Candles Shine

The moment of bizarre calmness

The tranquillity of morning dew

While my silvery tears drifts on these times

(My cold blade of sacred souls)

With a mission of pure slaughter

The moment of deceptive awareness

The blood of innocent ones

When the blackened candles shine

(My cold blade of sacred souls)

With a mission of pure slaughter

How I love to drown in this serene dreams

The dream of these who deserve to die

While my silvery tears drift on these times