To end this miserable life,
This vicious cycle to forsake
You need to have just sharper knife
And will the chains to crash and break.
The hell is here - nothing new -
The story from the dawn of time;
This world is cursed and that's so true -
But seeking of salvation isn't crime.
Black hate is boiling from within,
The crimson mist is fall upon my sight;
Tonight I let the anger in
And I will slash, and I will kill, and I will fight.
The knife is not for suicide -
The aim is simply self protection;
Cause only when the bastard die
Will end this cursed and black infection.