No more shall I hear scorn and derision No more shall I tolerate accusions and threaths No more shall I witness injustice towards me I will have my vengeance... Now as I gather the essence of evil under my shade I unite it with my innermost feelings I release the true nature of man in me This shall be my finest hour... My finest hour!!! No more shall I turn my eyes away As my kind is being despised and laughed upon No more shall I close my ears from the screams As my kind is being made the scapegoat Now, as I taste the bitter blood in my mouth I feel strange as if by controlled by something inhuman I glance through eyes which are not mine This shall be my finest hour.... As I carve the symbol I see my own reflection And now I finally know Who I truly am The final fulfillment...is now at hand My enemies will witness...their ultimate end!!! Remorse they ask...which I wont give!!! For a warrior of the Pentagram knows nothing of such!!! ...I know nothing of such!!!