17 February 2013
Cherished are my stone cold words. An untapped energy of pure hatred, ever flowing. The seed of destruction planted. A mighty shadow of loathing towers over any hope visible.
Demise ready to strike, fate ready to behold a dark exit. Hate ridden thoughts posessed by fear remain. Sinister depths of elation deprivation, Sensations that the end is nigh.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
~Larko
Oath Of Hatred • Opuss № I