Why can a person die but once,
when numerous the tortures in my head,
Dance for only you,
My Terpin,
My terpin?
And how can this body rest at last,
When ended is your final suffering,
Fading into dust,
My terpin,
My Terpin?
I want to rip out your heart,
To make you feel it!
I want to defile your soul,
That the worlrd will know your screams!
And after all is done,
I want to lap at the molton river of your blood.
Consume me!
Unchain me!
Renew me that I can kill again.
My terpin,
My Terpin.
For what is left when a man is done with the one fowl deed that defined his place?
I will have you,
Past Death's embrace,
Mid dancing flames,
Beyond the vail.