Оригинален текст
Hatred is my sceptre, instrument of doom
armor made of cruelty, inhuman tortured misery
deception's woven into my cape, i wrap betrayal around
on my throne i sit and moan and wear the crown of decadence
have i found myself, have i seen the closer glimpse of truth
i ain't even slipping yet, i've got white soul to denigrate
with ravens i am glutting gore and one pound of putrid flesh
only things defiling me are words no more no less
long is the way and hard that out of light leads down to hell
there is something holding me it won't let go of my filthy shell
i will blind their eyes, sew up their liar mouths
seal the coffin of the living dead and wait for rotten corpse
Oh, how hard I have to try to ruin myself?
Dedication for the twisted salvation
exhausting me, still I must mutilate on and on
I can't even know myself, if I haven't tasted some blood