What matters the blood
That pours out of my wrists
if the sorrow that torments
My soul still consumes me?
I am own
revenge, and behind the light
Where the shadows dont exist. I am
I am not an accursed poet anymore
Who fills up his mouth with
blood, hate and blasphemy
Against everything and everyone
I just spread whats the truth in this world
The eternal
pain
Severance madness revenge
Martyrium fear suicide
Suffering blood the death
All the hell of this world is
contained
In the secrets of my mind
And its not difficult for you
To try to disclose them
Cause what I say, is also destined
four you
And these severe words just confirm
My blood existence