Devising Of Black Strategies

Hidden in the dark wood's obscurity
Their thoughts have ripened to refined plans.
The first strike's day has been fixed long ago
Long desired it's unstoppably approaching

The black blood flows
Through the hearts of clever men
Of rare and noble race
Their hate grew big
During stupidity ruled the world
And nature was impoverished

This selfish awful pack
Shall be drowned in holy blood
The plague must find its end
No mercy shall fall
To any begging arse-hole's share
The bounden duty's clear
The Fiend must be erased
Must fall
Must die for any price