Vārdi:
Hateful Abandon

Hands soiled with ash I drift toward the roiling ocean Whether my legs take me Or some unknown instinct I prepare to drink To swallow the foaming filth

Light of day When We are done, Your flesh will be Ours And You will die under dead flowers And Your Soul will Deviate From the God that We Hate When

Tulkojums: Project Hate Mcmxcix. Pamests ar neapbruņotu dienas gaismu.