(Spite) I want to see you drown in tears, I want to hear you scream in pain... Wish I could wash my hands of this Heat that burns my mind in vain.
(Hate) Now you can't run away from me, my prey!
(Reason) I try to close my eyes and exorcize This hate, this passion that holds me in grip. But still there's a voice inside that crystallized Into monument of the triumph of blindness...
(Hate) Fed with blood you'll be...
(Victim) Frozen by lust you were looking into The depth of my eyes, lucid and blue, Just to see how they shine...
(Hate) Just to see them one last time!
(Spite) I want to drown you in your fears... (Hate) I want to hear you scream in pain!! (Spite) Wish I could wash my hands of this Heat that will drive me insane...
(Hate) Now it's done and you are gone, my prey!
(Reason) I try to close my eyes and exorcize This hate, this passion that holds me in grip. But still there's a voice inside that crystallized Into monument of the triumph of blind hate...
(Hate) With blood-filled eyes and laughing I see you drowned in red, Your throat is torn by scissors and seamed by rough thread. My inner voice is screaming, it dances in my mind. You're lying cold and bleeding with life left far behind.