Текст песни Castrum Source Of Hate

Sorrowful remembrances in your life –
Distresses by source of hate,
And when your love flows into the lie –
You'll feel the breath of fate
Disgust – for the sake of fuckin' hypocrites
Lust – when they sink in their sins
In the odious life,
When before your eyes:
Injustice, curse and shame,
Humaneness in dying pain.
Hatred by thy name,
Your emotions in the grave,
And at a blemished hour
You will revive from gore
HATE!
Oh, Sweet Revenge, where is thy dreadful fruit?
Where is thy fearful fruit, the unsparing truth?
Disgraceful remembrances in your life –
Distresses by source of hate,
And when your love flows into the lie –
You'll feel the wind of fate
Distaste – for the sake of fuckin' hypocrites
Disdain – when they bleed in their sins
In your gory dream
You'll see the guillotines:
Shit-stirrers were trampled by death,
This vision is your fest
Hateful time will come,
When your honesty turns into the wrong
You'll perceive the source of hate