I, Hate کے بول

Melancholy Burns The Ripped Tide of Human Emotion The Second Algorythm Of A Soothing Creation The Heart to bleed the Tears Shed by the Soul so Mortal Grim caress of the Void ahead Blinded by the Present For a Future remaining Past Illusion tearing Life apart Screaming silence into a stirr of Echoes Poison The logic Key to a Door never sealed Binary we grow into Desgression We Render ignorant to rejoin a Past Tomorrow Swept Away by the river of Tears to Bleed Fade to Grey For A Collision of Time Forlorn Luna was she by Night Crashed into Stars of Black Now it's all Gone All that I create Destruction All that is Your Fate Annihilation All that You were You will not be All to Uncreate by Me I Am Blackness Taken Form Shapeshifter in a Killing Storm Formless yet forever Be I Am Hate Forever will Be.