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In the depths of darkness, where shadows dwell,

A haunting presence, a story to tell,

you might not want to stay

Hatred and resentment, they linger on,

Even in death, their power lives on strong,

like the sun stands and burns

Soul of hate, soul of spite,

From beyond the grave, they ignite.

Soul of hate, soul of spite,

But they're not aware aware aware.

In the midnight hour, they rise from the grave,

With twisted intentions, they seek to enslave.

Their eyes filled with darkness, their souls consumed,

By the hatred and resentment that has doomed.

A vengeful spirit, with a heart of steel,

Seeking revenge, they won't ever heal,

But they will look for it now

Their torment eternal, their rage unbound,

The living shall tremble when they're around,

because they would feed on you.

Soul of hate, soul of spite,

From beyond the grave, they ignite.

Soul of hate, soul of spite,

But they're not aware aware aware.

Soul of hate

Soul of hate

Soul of hate