I’m crucified into my dreams

By the hurting nails of my memories

The sword of hate incises...I bleed



And their eyes...

Their look burnt into my mind...

Full of conceit...and despise



The tears of my bitterness

Form the river of my pain

That wildly streams

Towards the sea of hate



And their voices...

They make my soul bleed...

And the anger inside me will breed



All my life I’ve grown those roses of rage

I’m the bastard son of hate...

Blood of mine as black

As those flowers of death

In my veins flows the tar of Chaos



Once you hurt me

Now it’s my turn to join the game

Isn’t that lovely feeling

Tto feel the blade of hate?



On the street of the black lanterns

I rape your soul with joy

Just like you did it to me before...



All my life I’ve grown those roses of the rage

I’m the bastard son of hate...

Blood of mine as black

As those flowers of death

In my veins flows the tar of Chaos