GO!
Call me the infernal end of your time
Unsung disciple of predition and might
You can run but you cannot hide
One bullet
Through your head
Overturns you into your bed
Death for those who try to escape
You can scream
You can shout
Extinct scream isn't so loud
I'm the treatment that you deserve
I'm the death
I'm the pain
I'm the shortcut
The only way
Feel the pressure as you roll the dice
Set me free
When the sun goes down
When the horizon is red
All the walls will come crushing down
And we will reign with delay
To be longer the sovereign
Endless march of suffering
And at the end of your time
We will meet again
Just say your prayers for
WE ARE THE DISCIPLES OF HATE
They say that hell's not hot
But it still burns
Take the shortcut
It's the only way
I am something too divine
Something secret, unsafe, unreal
For you to stop
For you to hide
I'm right inside your fucking mind
You can run but you cannot hide
Set me free
When the sun goes down
When the horizon is red
All the walls will come crushing down
And we will reign with delay
To be longer the sovereign
Endless march of suffering
And at the end of your time
We will meet again
Just say your prayers for
DISCIPLES OF HATE
Disciples will never die
We'll rise
Disciples will never die
We'll rise
Disciples will never die
We'll rise
Disciples will never die
They say that hell's not hot

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