The hate that sparks inside my heart
An icy spear, it pierces and tears apart
The fleeting feeling oh so dear to me
Even fires of Hell from which all flee
Are naught compared to the cold unfeeling
Not a person at all, reduced to a thing
The hate that sparks inside my heart
An icy spear, it pierces and tears apart
The fleeting feeling oh so dear to me
Even fires of Hell from which all flee
Are naught compared to the cold unfeeling
Not a person at all, reduced to a thing