I tread the path of hate,
towering over souls astray.
They ask how I can be so cold,
and the truth they are always told.
Lies through my gaze I see,
evil I can no longer let be.
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I tread the path of hate,
towering over souls astray.
They ask how I can be so cold,
and the truth they are always told.
Lies through my gaze I see,
evil I can no longer let be.