Hell I Feel – Russian Thrash Metal

Once upon a time, between the ancient worlds
Evil stopped to take a break and rest its bones
Good was passing by with a smile on its face
When they came across here’s what Evil says:

-Look who came around, still trying to change the world?
The credit you impound comes from pathetic Hope
This life’s for strong ones only whose hearts I build from stone
It’s I who gives them power I let them rule my throne
I buy their pride with gold, and it is very common
That I get two for one in a package with their honor
I drink their thirst for blood, and my cup is always full
I make them sly, their perfect lie defeats their guilt, they sneak and ply.
My favorite thing to do is to follow you around
Open healing wounds, break promises you give out
You plant seeds of caress I fertilize with lust
And harvest pure hatred that can’t be reversed or just
And when I’m bored, sometimes I put on your disguise
Create the perfect lies that lead them to demise
I let them think I’m – you, and anything they do
Will be forgiven – rage or hate for justice to be made.

- No dear, you are wrong, – Good replies.
- We all need hope and passion in our hearts
And even a wicked one, who hates as much as you
Has a desire and love in what they do.

- Phht, the Evil says. – Who needs that stupid love?
The minute it is born, it’s doomed to fall apart
The passion fades and dies, desire turns to dust
You lose your patience, lose your mind, break down and cry and start to rust.
And when you are betrayed you let me in your heart
I fill it up with hate. And I turn it into art.
The beauty dies, it trades places with a wicked ugly grin
I make you suffer, make you useless. You lose again – I win!

- I’m glad it makes you happy when you stab me in the back
And you can keep the trophy of the fame contest
But I will make them live through repentance that you give
I’ll push you from their hearts, release them from your charms