Some of them say it was my destiny my misfortune my prejudice I still spit on his grave He made me do it first he was a real bastard His father did it to him and it was some kind of revenge My bloodstained memory My little fragile body Raped crying that’s how purity and innocence are usually destroyed By the act of simple abuse so simple as you see I hate violence but I cant cry seeing somebody dying under my feet This world and me… now this world belongs to me And there is nothing in it I cant destroy