you want to see him on the floor - "Yes"
do you want him to kneel before you
do you want him to beg for mercy
Thoughts of vengeance whipped from humility
you don‘t see or hear anything
your sick feelings
don‘t give him a chance
your rage does not want to die
and only that keeps you alive
You can, you want and will never forgive
and you condemn his life
you drift in the insanity from
excessive anger, destruction and vengeance,
you were born to hate
"My rage does not want to die"
"my rage does not want to die"
"my rage will never die"
You ram your hatred like a stone
into him "Ramming stone" -
you have pursued, hunted, and cursed him
and he has taken his heels, crawling
You can, you want and will never forgive
and you condemn his life
you drift in the insanity from
excessive anger, destruction and vengeance,
you were born to hate
"My rage does not want to die"
"my rage does not want to die"
"my rage will never die"
You can, you want and will never forgive
and you condemn his life
you drift in the insanity from
excessive anger, destruction and vengeance,
you were born to hate
"My rage does not want to die"
"my rage does not want to die"
"my rage will never die"
(Till‘s parts are in ").