Hate growing up
Evil rising between flowers
Death and love both have the same thing
Invading every pure soul

When I die my soul will mean nothing
When my blood dries my words will mean something
Printed in my tomb

Sodomy, lust in my mouth
The sweet taste of sin
Never return to grave is my tragedy
Lost in pleasure is my destiny

Returning to the same dust I came from
The lands of hell
Reborn from the eternal substance
Living in shadows