Mother, tortuous hunger for your powers greets me
With thirst I drink from your wrathfilled veins
The pure nectar of hate from your heart fills my soul
Once I look your face, drowning in your tears
I raised my hands to you, "Spawn of Hate"
Mother, betrayers arise on your breast
I ask for your sword to face the false prophet
And cut the head of the biggest whore
In times of solitude sadness embraced my heart
And I heard your voice your voice, the whispering wind
Calling my name to enter your nightly cult
Moonlight became my eyes for the grace of your hands
I kissed your lips, the rotting lust, buried my heart in your skin
Mother, let me rise
My endless hate is so pure as rain from your mouth
Falling to breed destruction
Betrayers will die on our hands
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Mother, tortuous hunger for your powers greets me
With thirst I drink from your wrathfilled veins
The pure nectar of hate from your heart fills my soul
Once I look your face, drowning in your tears
I raised my hands to you, "Spawn of Hate"
Mother, betrayers arise on your breast
I ask for your sword to face the false prophet
And cut the head of the biggest whore
In times of solitude sadness embraced my heart
And I heard your voice your voice, the whispering wind
Calling my name to enter your nightly cult
Moonlight became my eyes for the grace of your hands
I kissed your lips, the rotting lust, buried my heart in your skin
Mother, let me rise
My endless hate is so pure as rain from your mouth
Falling to breed destruction
Betrayers will die on our hands
With thirst I drink from your wrathfilled veins
The pure nectar of hate from your heart fills my soul
Once I look your face, drowning in your tears
I raised my hands to you, "Spawn of Hate"
Mother, betrayers arise on your breast
I ask for your sword to face the false prophet
And cut the head of the biggest whore
In times of solitude sadness embraced my heart
And I heard your voice your voice, the whispering wind
Calling my name to enter your nightly cult
Moonlight became my eyes for the grace of your hands
I kissed your lips, the rotting lust, buried my heart in your skin
Mother, let me rise
My endless hate is so pure as rain from your mouth
Falling to breed destruction
Betrayers will die on our hands
Writer: Andres Mera, Jaime Henao
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