Greetings on this most bleak of mournings. I have arisen from my blackened tomb with great pleasure to bring you another installment of poisonous filth as your own day dawns.

Ride for Revenge pleases both my Master and I — they embody the pure, repetitive evil of passing through the Hellmouth and eternally residing in the black suffocating tunnels. This song, “Death of the Feeble Masses,” is a swan song for the weeping, pathetic scum that wanders this mortal coil. I wish sweet Death upon you all to end your miserable, meaningless lives. May this inspire you upon your Blackened Path.

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I am the bastard demon
One with the Devil´s people
I have the reputation
Ov strictness and might
With me or against me
You lack the power to resist!
You will stay below
Cruelty for those you love
In battles ov hell we meet again
Long live the tradition of strength

Death to the feeble masses
In the cult ov black fire
I reign supreme
In dungeons ov darkness
I creep through the night

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“Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate”
-Ritual Grim