Come from where you hide
(So I may) unchain my tempest
None will stop my tide
(And you will) tremble at my unrest
Find you I will
(And take you) up into your Heaven
Commeth soon the kill
(For I have taken) kings and feeble men
And my fury stand ready
I bring all your plans to nought
My bleak heart beats steady
'Tis you whom I have sought
Feasting myself sick,
On your pathetic sins
Wound for me to lick
The work of slaughter begins
In my face see your killer
You can wish me away
In your face I still see her
No more shall you betray
In her face (she) saw her killer
Thou shalt not pray