In The Hate Of Battle

Xasthur

Heiled in battle again 
 Into the night eternally searching and 
 Fighting to be eternally free 
 And to live in darkness 
 Decaying upon their crosses 
 Light without will (or reason) 
 Seeing only with (holy) blood in our eyes 
 To deny them their empires 
 Take the light from their lives 
 Blinded by their own crying winds 

 Hatred bled onto the soul 
 With a fury to kill 
 Killed brethren 
 Without respect for lives unholy 
 A hatred possessing my soul 
 With a fury to kill 

 So the battle dies in this bleak winter 
 Each death piled in a dark circle 
 And again we'll return