I gather the corpses of illusions And bury them in my soul. The first shoots appear On their graves- It’s hatred that’s taken its roots Into my heart. The metastases of anger Spread all over my body. They stifle me. The thirst for your death Became my blood.
I don’t know what fear is, I don’t know what weakness is, But I know what hatred is- It’s a monster living inside me, Hatred is me.
I only live in the hope Of your destruction, You have awaken The instinct of a killer in me. The spirit of revenge Is driving me Forward and forward On your trail. Can you feel the freezing breath On your neck? It’s not the wind, it’s the breath Of your death. My breath.