آهنگ: Xasthur. In The Hate Of Battle.

Heiled in battle again

Into the night eternally searching and

Fighting to be eternally free

And to live in darkness

Decaying upon their crosses

Light without will (or reason)

Seeing only with (holy) blood in our eyes

To deny them their empires

Take the light from their lives

Blinded by their own crying winds



Hatred bled onto the soul

With a fury to kill

Killed brethren

Without respect for lives unholy

A hatred possessing my soul

With a fury to kill



So the battle dies in this bleak winter

Each death piled in a dark circle

And again we'll return