In my mind this life, is changed in my desire, in my mind I see, dark rebels and horrible images
I try to hypnotize you, on this black chair, to make any murderer, my accomplice
My hate for your egoism is lighting I will play, without mercy this night i commit a crime, everyday I make revenge, in evil's name
I relive again Burning the cross in flames Nobody's thinking at my life I love the buried soul
My evil is this solitude, my variation of sensitivity is in the air The graves are quiet abode, the cemetery is my faith
All my evil is disappointment The wound puppet is in the victim's house The past is gone, the present of swindle is done the future Is the alibi that you want Death to money, life to the arts Death to egoism, life to altruism You don't follow the earthly hate Tomorrow your face, will less bleeding
In my soul I feel the recall A voice pushes me I must act at the suggestions of my head
But I realize, that my pride, will be my sign of revenge Because in my pride, I carry out, all the evil of that voiceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
