I gather the corpses of illusions
And bury them in my soul.
The first shoots appear
On their graves-
It’s hatred that’s taken its roots
Into my heart.
The metastases of anger
Spread all over my body.
They stifle me.
The thirst for your death
Became my blood.
I don’t know what fear is,
I don’t know what weakness is,
But I know what hatred is-
It’s a monster living inside me,
Hatred is me.
I only live in the hope
Of your destruction,
You have awaken
The instinct of a killer in me.
The spirit of revenge
Is driving me
Forward and forward
On your trail.
Can you feel the freezing breath
On your neck?
It’s not the wind, it’s the breath
Of your death.
My breath.