Hell is the rightful place for my soul:
This is my land.
All the burnt witches wait for my fall,
They are my friends.

Cruel as a mad dog, I seek my prey:
No chance to hide.
Free from delusions, I will unchain
My evil side.

Now feel my cryptic mystery;
I can make-believe:
My flower is a razor blade,
My love has turned to epic hate.
All the memories you've kept,
I will desecrate.
I track down and intercept,
You are my new bait.

My sun moves backwards, no sign of life;
This is my world.
My days are misty, merged with the nights,
Grayish and cold.

Hell still awaits me, I must return,
See you back there.
Scorching and blinding, my malice burns,
Burns in my hair.