Fate is a painter
  who colours my days
  but grey as they are
  fate must be a bungler
  I use my brains to survive the boredom
  I use my brains to survive my despair
  
  Fate is a priest
  who prays for mercy
  but merciless as I am
  fate must be a heathen
  I use my strength to survive my fears
  I use my strength to survive my hatred
  
  There's so much hatred in my eyes
  and so much darkness in the skies...
  dark angel with the velvet wings
  when will you cut fates' iron strings?
  
  Fate is a mother
  who embraces her kid
  but lonely as I am
  fate must be a stranger
  I use my scorn to survive my sorrows
  I use my scorn to survive my anger