My life is living hell, and noone understands,
Why am I so angry, why I hate those hands,
That fed me with the poison, That tore me from myself.
I hate the lady crimson, My mother, she calls herself.

She is a living beast, of blackened earth and skies.
She is fallen angel, that wears the cape of cries.
She feeds on dark emotions, she seeks them from the hell,
Where she breeds her offspring, and torture those who fell.

Alone she cries in darkness, but only to regain,
Those filthy, dark emotions, she used to make the pain.
I hope there will be time when hatered dissapears,
In thousend flames, crumbles, and dies in horrid fears.