Vessel Of Change

Black metal was once a vessel of change
A tool for sweeping away the obscene nature of illusions

Now every depressed fuck
leeches away at the purity with their weak annulled wills

Black metal was once free, sovereign and clean from filth
Corrupted by the masses, it is now doomed for failure

The ignorance of the populace poisons every art
Trading souls for gold
The strong will transcend

I despise your primitive minds
and your autocratic ways
My soul will rise above
Black metal was once a vessel of change

Fuck your narrow views of black and white
I dedicate my life to fucking might