Years of torture lay behind me Years of pain and humiliation A disturbed relation between master and slave A daring mixture of power and devotion A fight I cannot win You forced me to inhale, the fatal breath, a spreading disease A contagion of disdain and resignation How did it come? You've spitted at me You've made me suffer You've raped me You've wasted me You've made me what I'm Results of oppression You left me behind with wounds that won't heal Always aching, always bleeding Surrounded by disgust The scars remind me what you've done My throat swells, my eyes glow Deep inside I realize The blackest incarnation has just begun The sheet has turned The product of your deeds is standing right in front of you Mighty and tall, I grip the knife Master!Look, what you've done! Still a puppet on strings I cannot kill a part of me I cannot resist against his power I feel cold steel on my shaking skin Deliverance is near… How did it come? Is this the end? Results of oppression