My heart is a black temple 
Cold and empty as 
Satan's abyss 
All I am is poisoned flower 
Spiteful and hateful 
My heart is rotten and sour 
Touch it, it beats malignantly 
It hates you, 
I hate you 
I spit with spite. 
I spit. I spit 
Death. Death. 
Death. Death 
I invert all of you and your lives 
Look no longer to the sky 
You who have dared touch my 
Black soul 
Will now wither and die!! 
My heart is 
Satan's abyss 
Temple of 
Sour filth 
Foulness pumps through all my veins 
Filling within me a mighty spite