I smell your blood, it's vile and cold
And not delicious as it's told.
Your heart is poisoned and so still,
Your iron lips are doomed to kill.
No peaceful place for you to dwell.
I'll follow you in pits of Hell.
Try flee and hide — there is no use —
The Sun will show your nature's truth.
Your fears grow and courage fades.
Conceal yourself in darkest shades
Before the face of Judgement day —
Behind a mask or under cape
But fire you can not escape.
I'll hoont you down anyway.
2015
Авторский перевод одноимённого стихотворения.