All of the people
are glad to torment me,
They have pleasure
with my suffering of pain.
They wishing me well
when meet me,
But in their mercy
I feel their hate.

Oh - oh, nobody hears me
Oh - oh, with his Mercyful Hate.

I'm like a prisoner -
the stage is my scaffold.
Maybe I'll die
under footlights rays.
You are ready to kill,
like a witless flock,
A man who have a Dream
to escape from your Hell.

All of you hate me.
But I am alive!
You wanna kill me,
But I'd never die!

My microphone
is cutting like a knife,
Birth & Death
just like insane flash.
If I would die my
Spirit will stay alive
And you'll be breathless
with your Mercyful Hate!

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