I was born in ashes of molten hatered
Raised by demons in abodes of the dead
The Reaper\"s scythe I fall upon to light my path
Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
I have become become the resurrection of the Evil one
\"Y know that I don\"t ****ing care if I live or die
I need a bishop preaching fire to get away with my sins
I despise everything I see so I don\"t give a **** if ya hate me
Ain\"t got respect for humanity
Never lived or wanted immortality
The Reaper\"s shadow I fall upon to obscure my path
Every day I\"m being battered up until I bleed
You mother****as just leave me be
Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside