Devising Of Black Strategies - Nerthus

Hidden in the dark wood’s obscurity

Their thoughts have ripened to refined plans.

The first strike’s day has been fixed long ago —

Long desired it’s unstoppably approaching.

The black blood flows

Through the hearts of clever men

Of rare and noble race.

Their hate grew big

During stupidity ruled the world

And nature was impoverished.

This selfish awful pack

Shall be drowned in holy blood.

The plague must find its end.

No mercy shall fall

To any begging arse-hole's share.

The bounden duty’s clear —

The fiend must be erased —

Must fall —

Must die for any price.