Lifeless symphonies playing on the last refrain So malignant and cold This is the music for the dead And the primitive chords, Embraces me like a cold winter storm A symphony of destruction, a hymn of hate Realizing that feelings comes from within, Oh you hatred spirit! Run through my veins Come to me Breed through me Live through me Bleed for me Die for me The music is about to end, and so is my pain The hate is running faster inside my skin. The veins are broken. The hatred is released Chaos and frustration inside of me Come to me Breed through me Live through me Bleed for me Die for me