I will be there when you mock thyself
In the nighttime, when the shadows dance
I will be there when you burn thyself
She betrayed you, coldness tears your soul
Out of the darkness
Ye've locketh me in
I have been aneath
I'll feed your fear
Whose is this voice, and why this strayness,
This bitter rage I can't control?
She'll grind ye down
She'll throw ye out
I'll be all hate that hides in ye
And all the things banished
I shall promise you vast victories
She will be crawling back on hands and knees
I shall cease your grief and heavy moan
I shall stick the blade through every w****
We have no choice, drowned She shall be
All th' wounds she stroke in thee
Tenfolded striken back in her
Tenfolded every w**** shall burn
In dreadful deeds we shall unite
As one we shall not cease the fight
I shall set ye on th' throne of night,
Bring forth revenge that you desire
"I grind my teeth, I grind my teeth
I b*** and pull ye deep beneath
Oh, let the children come to me...!"
...And I shall set, yer desires free
For dark is our hate
So let there be rage!
...And I shall show ye th' sterling strength
Of thousand pariahs
Let there be revenge!
I will be there when you mock thyself...
My sight, has it frailed,
has darkness prevailed?
Is someone still here with me?
Here in me?
These hands are they mine?
Is this smile or a grin?
What is this hate in me?
My love, where is she?
Scortum! Scortum!
Scornful w****s!
Blade or a loin they are yearning for more!
In the nighttime, when the shadows dance
I will be there when you burn thyself
She betrayed you, coldness tears your soul
Out of the darkness
Ye've locketh me in
I have been aneath
I'll feed your fear
Whose is this voice, and why this strayness,
This bitter rage I can't control?
She'll grind ye down
She'll throw ye out
I'll be all hate that hides in ye
And all the things banished
I shall promise you vast victories
She will be crawling back on hands and knees
I shall cease your grief and heavy moan
I shall stick the blade through every w****
We have no choice, drowned She shall be
All th' wounds she stroke in thee
Tenfolded striken back in her
Tenfolded every w**** shall burn
In dreadful deeds we shall unite
As one we shall not cease the fight
I shall set ye on th' throne of night,
Bring forth revenge that you desire
"I grind my teeth, I grind my teeth
I b*** and pull ye deep beneath
Oh, let the children come to me...!"
...And I shall set, yer desires free
For dark is our hate
So let there be rage!
...And I shall show ye th' sterling strength
Of thousand pariahs
Let there be revenge!
I will be there when you mock thyself...
My sight, has it frailed,
has darkness prevailed?
Is someone still here with me?
Here in me?
These hands are they mine?
Is this smile or a grin?
What is this hate in me?
My love, where is she?
Scortum! Scortum!
Scornful w****s!
Blade or a loin they are yearning for more!