Come from where you hide.
None will stop my tide.
(So I may) unchain my tempest.
(And take you) up into your Heaven.
(And you will) tremble at my unrest. Find you I will
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.
Feasting myself sick,
'Tis you whom I have sought.
The work of slaughter begins.
On your pathetic sins.
Wound for me to lick. In my face see your killer.
In your face I still see her.
You can wish me away.
No more shall you betray.
In her face (she) saw her killer.
Thou shalt not pray.
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