| Come forth currents so negative. | |
| Surge through my parched Veins. | |
| Set my Blood ablaze in boiling fury. | |
| Make me one with Hate. | |
| Drain me of Compassion. | |
| Make my heart cold as the Grave. | |
| Bestow me with the Strength I need. | |
| To fulfill the Deeds I crave. | |
| This is my Knife. | |
| Razorsharp and so sublime. | |
| It's A useless Fact for you, I know. | |
| Since the Time has come for you to die. | |
| In A World of Screams and Anguish. | |
| Upon A Throne of Bones I'll reign. | |
| I invoke the glorious Force of Hate. | |
| Forevermore I'll revel in your Pain. | |
| So forge my worthless being. | |
| Into an Instrument of Death. | |
| I shall honor it and use it well. | |
| Until the Day I draw my final breath. | |
| Invoke Hate - Invocate. | |
| Invoke Hate - The Ruin of Man I celebrate. | |
| Fuck off to Life. | |
| Your futile Presence has been denied. | |
| Your broken Body now shivering. | |
| To the deadly crooning of my Knife. | |
| In A World of burning Glory. | |
| Wherein Murder is my King. | |
| Where all the Whores shall get what they deserve. | |
| Yes, in Choirs of Pain they all shall sing. | |
| So come forth great Storm of Hatred. | |
| Permeate me evil Wind. | |
| For the Time has come for me to purge. | |
| Let the Cleansing now begin. | |
| Invoke Hate - Invocate. | |
| Invoke Hate - The Ruin of Man I celebrate. |