Lyrics:

All that can escape me, all I realiseThat it will come back to me the day father dies.His burning eyes would stare at youI was born a masochistI cried out in pain, as he clences up is fistSlowly as the years go by, the darkness builds insideTrying to find a passage out, before I lost my mindIncestuous temptation but what is wrong or rightWhy must I fall victim of hereditary spiteSoon! We will arise, forming despiseConceptual intempt!Blessed in contempt!Thougts have now come back to meIt's time to perpetrateTake me to my sanity, before it gets too lateHear me as I call to you, right here down belowResurrect my will to live, come before I... go!Soon! We will arise, forming despiseConceptual intempt!Blessed in contempt!