Hate-shot, the cursed are blessed, visions are back, convulse, the sky is dead, a knife deep in your neck, blindfold, is what they crave, and that's the way
And that's the way I am, visions are back
Grey, the sky is grey, the fog is still embracing me, the world is dead, darkness is falling again... Embrace me, collide with me, in this hate trade
High trade,high trade,I'm coming back from hell
Son I hope that you are dying inside, 'cause I want to burn the coldest iceberg in me, you are my hardest incision, but HE was flying over me again
You son my delusion... You wicked illusion
Grey,the sky is grey, the fog is still embracing me,the world is dead, darkness is falling again... Embrace me, collide with me, in this hate trade
High trade, high trade, I'm coming back from hell
Son I hope that you are dying inside, 'cause I want to burn the coldest iceberg in me, you are my hardest incision, but HE was flying over me again
High trade, high trade
High trade, high trade... I'm coming back
High trade, high trade... Incoming blackout
High trade, high trade