[Music and lyrics by C.Johnsson]

 The tenth he made the kill
 As I payed the bill
 He was a demon I "hired"
 He brought me blood so red
 Brought me the dead
 My enemy sacrificed

 Fools dies - I manipulate your tragic fate
 Some cries - I celebrate the darkness Eve

 Look out number two
 What will be done to you
 We don't want want you to die
 We take you piece by piece
 Create you enemies
 Your small empire has fallen

 Feel pain - scream out in vain, forge your own chain
 I've gained - I love your pain, I love your pain

 He'll teach you not to play around with [bad word] 
 He'll show you what it's like
 I bet you understand things better now
 But it's too late to hide

 He enslaved your life
 With your own knife
 And rediculed your pride
 Fade till you are gone
 Into oblivion
 Beyond the solid walls

 Suffer - degrated pride and locked inside
 Weak mind - nowhere to hide, try suicide

 GORARA, I hail you
 Your work is so beautyful
 You are a [bad word] artist
 I hail you once more!