Soneillon: Tempter Of Hate.

[Intro] The dark and ancestral veil of shadows. The consummation of all of our collective hatred taking form. Sonellion, the fourth prince whispers softly its venomous storm. All that awaits for us is the fucking gallows. [Verse 1] The unforgiving chasm of despair, the dark figure rises to the throne. Clad in the fetid stench of hearts that have turned to stone. A flicker of wrath and vengeance in the pit of the soul. Stoked by his malignant whispers to make hatred whole. [Chorus] Soneillon! Prince of Thrones, tempter of spite! Bearer of anguish, retribution, devourer of light! Through the merciless void, with tendrils that creep. Turning all love to ashes in the satanic hatred's feast. [Verse 2] Fangs in the shattered mind, a slithering decay. He who feeds on the fury that no one can allay. The bonds of kinship defiled, burned to nothing but ash. A crown of endless torment atop his blackened mask. [Bridge] Temptation's dark abyss, your puny soul he binds. Writing serpents coil through body, heart, mind. The swift blade of vengeance is his gift to wield. A kingdom of rage and death on his battlefield. [Chorus] Soneillon! Prince of Thrones, tempter of spite! Bearer of anguish, retribution, devourer of light! Through the merciless void, with tendrils that creep. Turning all love to ashes in the satanic hatred's feast. [Outro] Bow to Sonellion, father of wrath. A throne of despair and suffering on humanity's path. In the absence of light, the hatred will grow. The prince of ire, harbinger of woe.