So your life seems shining bright,
Time to turn day into night
There's a price upon your head now
Just one chance to:

Pay you back Make you bleed
Face the fact Make you scream

So your day has turn to night,
And my night has turn to day
All because that hidden thought
The thought that wants to:

Pay you back Make you bleed
Face the fact Make you scream

Raging, hating, driven Purpose of the soul
Flying like a bullet aiming for its goal
No more bright horizon No more lighten land
Amused by the thought that you died by my hand

Now I am beyond the skies
Raised above what lies behind
As the darkness clouds my mind,
Hate is growing, easy to find

Pay you back Make you bleed
Face the fact Make you scream