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 To 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