My heart is a black temple   Cold and empty as Satan's abyss   All I am is poisoned flower   Spiteful and hateful      My heart is rotten and sour   Touch it, it beats malignantly   It hates you, I hate you   I spit with spite. I spit. I spit      Death. Death. Death. Death      I invert all of you and your lives   Look no longer to the sky   You who have dared touch my Black soul   Will now wither and die!!      My heart is Satan's abyss   Temple of Sour filth   Foulness pumps through all my veins   Filling within me a mighty spite