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My heart is a black temple Cold and empty as Satan's abyss All I am is poisoned flower Spiteful and hateful My heart is rotten and sour Touch it, it beats malignantly It hates you, I hate you I spit with spite. I spit. I spit Death. Death. Death. Death I invert all of you and your lives Look no longer to the sky You who have dared touch my Black soul Will now wither and die!! My heart is Satan's abyss Temple of Sour filth Foulness pumps through all my veins Filling within me a mighty spite From Letras Mania