Morg: Disciple of Hate


Cast down into a world of turmoil,
Your mind denied, you follow what they say.
The evil uncovered from the depths of the soul,
Learnt the trade of destruction.

Hate is the motive for superiority,
A dream of mass obliteration.
The eyes of the dead silent & judging,
They salute the living.

Disciple - One more remains
I think not, question not, content with blind servitude..
Disciple - The one of Hate
I’ll obey, must obey, come what may, Hell or high water.

Centuries of tension climaxes to its end,
Transforming life into death.
A holocaust for the hollow cause,
Conflict the spawn.

Love is hate on the flip side of the coin,
Cast a shadow on past and present alike.
National pride turns into a dead pile,
Man destroys his offspring.

Disciple...

Obey!

Manifestations of an unconscious mind,
Run free and corrupt our world.
For once in unison he walks,
But hunts himself down.

End result - the cannon defeats the sword,
The burden carried by generations to come.
A cycle of progression and redemption,
It is about to begin.

Disciple...