Infected by another, my hatred is awoken
It's our immortal struggle, that I am bound to make you suffer
I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust
I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred
I point across the ninth wave, with my outstretched finger
With hatred in my ambition, to turn your womb into a tomb
I'll change your joys into anguish, I'll turn your heart to dust
I'll fill your lungs with scalding air, stillborn hatred