I've collapsed under the weight of humiliation,
Trampled on and despoiled by the vilest creatures;
They've put on my face the mask of weak submission
And concealed behind smiles the inflicted tortures.
They've long thrown on my dull eyes a deceptive veil
Then they've battered to d**h the depths of my spirit;
They've laid on my bemused brow a long and black nail
And written with bloody letters the word: CULPRIT.
But the shroud of lies has been torn by frustration
And now I can see the essence of my real life;
I want to pierce the skies of annihilation,
A never-ending vengeance I will take to wife.
I want to bury them in the grave of their filth
And feed my new hopes on their decaying corpses;
My empire will arise from their dead-end faith,
At last I'll feel the flame of my bullied wishes.