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 whore



We have no choice, drowned She shall be 

All th' wounds she stroke in thee

Tenfolded striken back in her

Tenfolded every whore 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 bite 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 whores!

Blade or a loin they are yearning for more!