Diablo 4 Metal Song: Mephisto's Hatred #diablo4 #metal

Diablo 4 inspired Metal Song! Lyrics: Ash on the tongue, blood in the snow— Sanctuary births what hatred sows. Blessed Mother rising from ritual and flame, Heaven is hollow, Hell screams your name. Cathedral bells toll death in the night, Winged lies preaching blind holy light. From fractured flesh, from sorrow we crawl— In the age of hatred, witness the fall. Born from the womb of fury and fire, Lilith returned with a ruthless desire. She walks through villages, blessing with pain, Turning weak hearts feral, savage, insane. Blood petals bloom where devotion is fed, Madness takes root in the hearts of the dead. Whispers of power, corruption made sweet, Mercy gets butchered beneath crimson feet. Inarius watches from ivory towers, Drunk on his pride and counterfeit power. He carved faith from fear, made zealotry law— But Heaven shut its gates, cold and raw. Rip wide the veil—let hatred reign! Sanctuary drowns in fire and pain! Mother of ruin, Father of lies— Both damn the world beneath blackened skies! Steel meets flesh, bone meets stone— In this cursed land, we die alone! Lorath speaks warnings through whiskey and grief, Searching old tombs for a shred of belief. Through Scosglen forests and Kehjistan sands, The Wanderer marches with blood on their hands. Rathma lies broken—firstborn undone, Slain by the father who murdered his son. Prophecy twisted by arrogance blind, A holy obsession consuming his mind. Lilith hunts power in Hell’s bleeding heart, Seeking Mephisto—to tear worlds apart. Not to save mankind, not mercy, not grace— But forge us as weapons in endless disgrace. Who is the monster? Who wears the crown? Angel or demon— Both drag us down. Blessed by torment, Fed to despair— Sanctuary’s children choke on poisoned prayer. CRUSH—THE—BONES! BURN—THE—THRONE! HEAVEN’S A TOMB—HELL CLAIMS THE SOUL! FLESH TO ASH! TEETH TO DUST! IN HATRED WE RISE—IN HATRED WE RUST! Into the abyss where red rivers flow, The final descent to hatred below. Inarius strikes with wrath in his eyes— Lilith carves truth through the shell of his lies. Wing by wing, his glory is torn, Dragged through agony, shattered, forlorn. Then comes the battle—fang, fury, flame, The Wanderer stands and answers her name. Lilith falls screaming, but victory bleeds— For hatred still festers in buried seeds. A soulstone trembles, a whisper remains— Mephisto is waiting in shadowed chains. No saviors descend. No angels remain. Only dust, only ruin, Only suffering’s reign. Raise steel to the darkness— Let battle be sworn— For in Diablo’s world… Hatred is always reborn.