Singers of hatred

Lazy days fade away, a songwriters last words. Hoping for power in places unknown. Those deep words that torture most, no reasons to show. That hatred that follows is always shown, the time travelers message creates so much destruction for their words.  Living in an underworld created for others they tend to their daily chores, spying on others. Hating the very ground that enlightened ones walk on. Showing their rage in every song. There's  no need for ones who have this anger, even their daughters will boast. Get lost in the darkness, their only way out.