Hate me

I was born in ashes of molten hatred
Raised by demons in abodes of the end
The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path
Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
I have become become the resurrection of the evil one
'Yknow that I don't fucking care If I live or die

I need a bishop preaching fire to get away with my sins
I despise everything I see so I don't give a fuck if ya hate me

Ain't got respect for humanity
Never lived or wanted immortality
The reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path
Every day I'm being battered up until I bleed
You motherfuckas just leave me be
Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside

Led by the reaper I walk in the night
Show me the way to yer kingdom come

I believe in armageddon, I've been baptised in alcohol
I'm embodyment of antichrist
I'm living for my own demise

Circle

Give me the dust of my fathers
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself

Follow me... I've come so far, I'm behind again
Follow me... I Wish so hard, I'm there again
Follow me...

All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
And all of my endings are waiting to begin

I know the way, but I faulter
I can't be afraid of my patience
There's a sacred place Razel keeps safe

Follow me... I've seen so much I'm blind again
Follow me... I feel so bad I'm alive again
Follow me...

All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed, I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
And all of my endings are waiting to begin

L'odio scorre tra le vene della gente
è nell'aria che respira
nelle sue parole
nei suoi sguardi
e come l'ultima sigaretta del condannato
esplode dentro, forte nei polmoni
entra dentro fino alle ossa
resta li in silenzio
nn si smuove
nel rumore assordante del silenzio
che da fastidio
che corrode quelle vene piene d'odio

Spettri aleggiano nella mia mente…
Tetri pensieri vorticano,
un turbinio di ombre,
fantasmi di vecchi ricordi
e di sogni infranti…
Nostalgia di una gioia
provata in tempi passati,
un’effimera felicità…
Ho paura.
Temo ciò che è celato nella mia tenebrosa mente…
Non voglio restare sola con me stessa,
finirei per autodistruggermi