No more shall I hear scorn and derision
No more shall I tolerate accusions and threaths
No more shall I witness injustice towards me
I will have my vengeance...
Now as I gather the essence of evil under my shade
I unite it with my innermost feelings
I release the true nature of man in me
This shall be my finest hour...
My finest hour!!!
No more shall I turn my eyes away
As my kind is being despised and laughed upon
No more shall I close my ears from the screams
As my kind is being made the scapegoat
Now, as I taste the bitter blood in my mouth
I feel strange as if by controlled by something inhuman
I glance through eyes which are not mine
This shall be my finest hour....
As I carve the symbol
I see my own reflection
And now I finally know
Who I truly am
The final fulfillment...is now at hand
My enemies will witness...their ultimate end!!!
Remorse they ask...which I wont give!!!
For a warrior of the Pentagram knows nothing of such!!!
