This is a song of malice Of hatred, of bane Let these words take forms And haunt and torment and rip and rend Let your every step lead unto ruin Let your every action bring closer your downfall Let great storms rise and hinder your way Let your dreams be turned into mares of the night
May there be tears Where once was laughter And where once was tears Let there be sadness greater still Let all success flee from your sight May the fires you reach for be those of fools Let them escape the moment you are the catch them And reappear only in mockery May the morning next Be the one of the last
Eyelids closed forevermore And may the last sight be that of terror Beasts of the night come and gather Go and bring doom to those I curse Bring them all to their bitter end Never to be heard again
Let there be tears Let there be blood Let there be death Let it be done
