The Mirror Of Soul

[Ashok / Big Boss]

Look but don't touch!
Touch but don't taste!
Taste but do not swallow!
That's what the law of the descendants of Adam says!

My Soul is black
Like Hell itself
My Hatred is unlimited
Like the infinite Universe

My raging roar
Crushes brains of hypocrites
My Truth is disgusting
Nobody listens to it

I murdered thousand times
I gave birth thousand times
I scatter Evil in every place
Which is caught by my sight

I have seen everything
I have tasted everything
I miss only one thing
To reach the absolute pleasure

How happy I would be to touch you
O, Satan of my Soul.....