I’m crucified into my dreams   By the hurting nails of my memories   The sword of hate incises...I bleed      And their eyes...   Their look burnt into my mind...   Full of conceit...and despise      The tears of my bitterness   Form the river of my pain   That wildly streams    Towards the sea of hate      And their voices...   They make my soul bleed...   And the anger inside me will breed      All my life I’ve grown those roses of rage   I’m the bastard son of hate...   Blood of mine as black    As those flowers of death   In my veins flows the tar of Chaos      Once you hurt me   Now it’s my turn to join the game   Isn’t that lovely feeling   Tto feel the blade of hate?      On the street of the black lanterns   I rape your soul with joy   Just like you did it to me before...      Chorus