Black field Emitting hatred Heinous walls Rejecting goodness A fortress made of darkness Is a keep for my other self Guards of my emptiness Keep away the joyful feels Happiness Filled with vivacity Bombards The walls of fortress Its spiky gates Will unleash the army of hate It guts the invaders And my state will be the same
Feel my hate
Being through a vast of pain My soul is now embalmed I smile with your distress Cause i enjoy the way you hurt My leaving is to console And leave you alone to die My home is calling me The fortress of my dark self