Without you, I couldn’t channel my burning passion.
I was walking in the never-ending maddening darkness,
like a nomad without a family, straying away from my destined path –
with a persistent necrotic hole in my heart.

Without me, you were nobody,
a figure without a face or a name,
whose existence was entirely purposeless.
Your life has found meaning in my torturous love,
to be reshaped by me into a work of art.

I’m begging, begging, begging, begging
let me just torment you…
I’m begging, begging, begging, begging
let me just damage you…

Climaxing at the altar of your destruction
in a vulgar display of animalistic passion!

Without me, you were nobody,
a figure without a face or a name,
whose existence was entirely purposeless.
Your life has found meaning in my torturous love
to be reshaped by me into a work of art.