written in vulgar disgust of ignorance, prejudice and jealousy)

deep in this blackened void, the space that used to be my soul

no ray of light, no hope has shown there in the darkened cold

in time memories and pain will fade and disappear

they must

but not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust

you cannot judge what you can´t understand

take the blade from the child´s hand

all the pretty lies and the jealous whores matter little and leave me bored

repent, remorse, revenge

why don´t you just crucify me

nail me to a cross and bite and scratch and make me scream

if that will get you off

you say a fall from grace would suit me well

well you can crawl straight back to hell

fear not to lie

it will seem a sharper hit nor to blaspheme it will pass for wit

repent, remorse, revenge