Vile person leave me twisted, the light has left the sun.
Now we meet to end our hatred, the war of spell has just begun.
Hope becomes so hopeless; tonight someone is going to die.
Your fatal resistance, either you or I.
Affection, infection, tonight someone is going to die.
Either you or I
Wretched corpse you leave me wanting the life inside of you to drain.
Resurrect my dormant anger, for my pleasure is inside your pain.