I go ahead 
No looking on all 
No always to fall 
I go no hope 
I lost in the world 
Soon darkness dense 
Devour all life 
As cutting the knife 

I regret. 
Don't forget, 
Death is near! 
She's always around to cleanse! 

Fresh blood calls 
Left on the wall 
Again and again 
More and more 
I want blood 
I'm a [bad word] demon 

In a one minute 
I going to the end 
I regret 
No! No! 

I regret. 
Don't forget, 
Death is near! 
She's always around to cleanse!