I almost feel that hate
That ache
I almost feel that hate
That hate
Merciless reversal
On thorn covered stairway
Dominion of a cold delusion
The hyenas traced a trail of decay
Hate
Math part of brain
Reincarnates as an ocean of fate
Mother cries, children die
Mental cross of fathers' hate
I almost feel that hate
Clouded Orion
Prediction of the seers
I almost feel that hate
Wasted body and soul
Blind, numb
They received the order
To get lost
I almost feel that hate
The seeker crossed the sea to understand
Laden with awkward strain
He keeps the ocean on the ground
Don't you see the end
I almost feel that hate
Clouded Orion
Prediction of the seers
I almost feel that hate
Wasted body and soul
And full of hate
That hate
Burden crossed your face
Your face
I almost feel that hate
