When my heart loves not and tears cry no more,
I know I have loved England not any more,
The crush I felt for thee has passed away,
Drowned and died out by the dawn of today,

And inside of me lives a green turmoil,
A venomous desire to ****** away and ****,
I shall be satisfied when there is blood,
The red liquid pouring out from your heart,

And I shall but **** cruelly and madly,
The souls who have stolen my sanity,
Those who falsely flattered my poetry,
Those who have torn my dream and beauty,

And I shall once more be Estefannia,
The heart and soul of evil Jakarta,
One whose heart shows no tinge of mercy,
Who preys on the weak and not feels sorry.