Chosen Ones

by Hate Angel

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Hate Angel is immensely proud to present our first EP, recorded at Strand Studios in March 2019.

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released April 5, 2019

Fredrik Myhrvold Hansen - Bass & Vox
Hans Erik Sundby - Guitar
Leonid A. Melnikov - Drums & Backing Vocals

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Track Name: I am your Death
Blade in hand, wielding steel
End you all, take the field
Breaking bones, swing blunted sword
Fuels my lust for blood even more

I smell the fear
I strike true
Rending metal and flesh
I am your death

In this arena, my will be done
A plague of violence on this kingdom
Shattering shield, breaking spear
Carving a swathe, your end is near

I smell the fear
I strike true
Rending metal and flesh
I am your death

Reddened soil where your champion lies
A gutted horse rolling bloodshot eyes
Gilded coward fled, got his skull caved in
The king is dead, now the slaughter begins

I smell the fear
I strike true
Rending metal and flesh
I am your death

I am your death
Track Name: The Angels of Hate
We fell from the realm of the great hypocrite
Now we stand o'er the damned and the bottomless pit

You've heard the singing of the gleaming regimes
Come see how the dark manifested can scream

Here we come
We'll this land devastate
A wall of black resonance to
Holy sites desecrate

The sun is down
From rage we create
Through death and destruction
The Angels of Hate

In tenebrous halls we stand guard for the lost
Above the lightless inferno, the stygian host

Here we come
We'll this land devastate
A wall of black resonance to
Holy sites desecrate

The sun is down
From rage we create
Through death and destruction
The Angels of Hate
Track Name: Like Unto Gods
By mother natures womb
Man was given cradle and tomb
Now our progress march
To the mechanised boot of her doom
With iron and fire we usurp divinity
So that one day we can be

Like unto gods
From the machine
Like unto gods
From the machine

Despite the limits of land
Air and sea all tamed by our hand
By the labours of the dead
Our total dominion unchallenged stands
With gear and wire we expand eternally
So that one day we can be

Like unto gods
From the machine
Like unto gods
From the machine

Through the void with no end
To make all frontiers obsolete
To rule all but each other
And by constructs we would be

Like unto gods
From the machine
Like unto gods
From the machine
Track Name: Hells Domain
All are welcome here in Hells Domain
To sulphur air and screams of pain
The power of Christ
Didn't help you in life
We have seen you from here
Cause humanity strife
Unforgiving were your faiths reign
And now there is no hope for you
In Hells Domain

You have died and in fire you
Will once more suffer, expire too
There will be no more
Five prayers a day
Here noones a virgin for long
God is great, you say?
A prophets belief makes a senseless campaign
And now you'll rot and scream
In Hells Domain

You saw an empty world of logic
Here is whats after, full and tragic
Never-ending slaughter
Howls of torment
There is no reward
Only horrific punishment
Where you are, no science can explain
You expected the dark, but not an eternity
In Hells Domain
Track Name: Chosen Ones
A rythmic chant in blue-blood mansions
Maddening sigils, secret companions
A ritual, calling the warp-spawn
Bringing forth the Architects dawn

An enchanting scent empowering desire
Lust feeds him, they cannot deny her
The Witch and the Demon serve at the leisure
Of the excess perfection, the Prince of Pleasure

They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones

First the miasma fills every space
Come feel Grandfathers embrace
The Guard approaches with rotting devils
Inflict blessings as the Lord of Plague wills

They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones

From raging skies, a rain of metal
Disgorging war, a host demented
A baying horde screaming for blood
For lives, for skulls for the pile of the War-God

They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones

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