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
Nobodys 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 dont 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 voice
