Essence of Superiority

Closing the circle and all which to it belongs Hurting, wounding, trucidating Fountain of dark, damned feelings Begotten in noctambulant trances And suffered by day in weak humiliated souls By beings worthy of selfishness and coldness A coldness to a

Devoted to the pleasures of coldness and darkness To the somber powers of sublime honours and praises It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night It's the evil in the deepest of the winds Satisfying the hunger for murders Which incites a desir

In search of a force to gain the power to dominate I just can find around weak slaves of vice Which humiliate and prostitute their pride Miserable beings just worthy a crown of thorns. I just think of destroying them To let them burn in frost I just