Lifeless symphonies playing on the last refrain
So malignant and cold
This is the music for the dead
And the primitive chords,
Embraces me like a cold winter storm
symphony of [bad word]  a hymn of hate
Realizing that [bad word] from within,
Oh you hatred [bad word] through my [bad word] to me
Breed through me
Live through me
Bleed for me
Die for me
The music is about to end, and so is my pain
The hate [bad word] faster inside my skin.
The veins are broken. The hatred is released
Chaos and [bad word] inside of [bad word] to me
Breed through me
Live through me
Bleed for me
Die for me