Rot To Dead کے بول

Dark eyes meet in a black corner of the earth Hate burns scars within our minds False shall be separated from the true The moment of departure follows time Nocturnal wrath unfolds us... Melancholic silence surrounds... Walls are breeding malignant seeds... The spawn of hate shall be unleashed Rot to Dead!!! Face to face - brother against brother The bitter taste of loss of own ideals Atmosphere of evil, selfish minds in a battle which no-one will prevail Paradoxal tranquillity... Leads the Fiend out of our minds... Raging wrath - now weeping sorrow... But Hate remains in our hearts...