Now you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns your suffer
On the grave lurks my prosper

Taunt more as a lure but it's no use
Knots tight my excite I prepare the noose
Say no more it's time for you to make your move
My blackened soul lit by your fuel

Implodes your moral and drain your pride
Too late for debate [bad word] and hide
Time to take your life it tolls the bell
To your [bad word] I'd like to [bad word] you

(whispered voice)

Hail to a father of divine
To the sone the light will shine
From the angst of lost memories
just revenge to cure misery