I have a burden of pure vengeance

That I was damned with from my birth

And it will the force that drives me

Until the day I quit this earth



You live by treachery and violence

And they will crush you in return 

Your destruction is my pleasure

Your spite the fire in which you burn



I'm the true son of our father

And I am lord of Wuthering Heights

Burn in hell, you filthy gypsy

Share the fate of parasites



I did not love you  Isabella

You were the means to other ends

I always knew our ailing offspring

Would never pay me dividends



I used to long for you to kill me 

But now I wish you death instead

I gave you all this woman could do

I was raped, abandoned, all feelings dead



Spineless Edgar, feeble Edgar

Catherine wanted only me



I was constant, I was tender

All that you could never be



There's a time for absolution

There's a time for true regret



I knew the envy of a family

Which was so easy to destroy

But oh my Cathy not so easy

To be the one you could enjoy



I cannot rest in peace without you

And you could never comprehend 

My cold and angry isolation

I wait for you brother, lover, friend



Death it beckons, sister, lover

All I see is your sweet face



Whether man or whether devil

Still the love I can't replace



There is a time for absolution

There is a time for true regret

There is a time to beg forgiveness

But the time is here not yet



I curse the God or man that made me

I curse the life I had to lead

I curse the years ahead without her

I curse my hunger, I curse my need