Music: Nirag & Karagat / Lyrics: Karagat    Taste the bittersweet hatred  That I place on your tongue  For what are you not in my hands  But a statue for me to create    I will be the flies  The flies that infect you  Decompose your binding flesh  For you to bear the aura of death    Take a look around  And see all the mistakes you have done  Your guilt will follow in your footsteps  Keep you from restoring peace of mind    Wherever you will walk  It will be with the wind in your face  Raped by the blazing darkness  Raped towards infinite holocaust    Now reach for your dagger  And drive it through their hearts  For this pounding piece of flesh  Is the one thing you do not possess    So let the blade be your soul  And may it be a great prophet  Hear the voice of salvation  And tell their hearts of it    Taste the bittersweet hatred  That I place on your tongue  For what are you not in my hands  But a statue for me to create    Take a look around  And see all the mistakes you have done  Your guilt will follow in your footsteps  Keep you from restoring peace of mind    When you stand there alone  With all the dying bodies around you  You will see their questions  In their eyes before they die    As you are the one left  Let your laughter roll  And for once feel complete satisfaction  Before you slice the knife through yourself