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...

  All my life I?ve grown those roses of the 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