Divine hate
Now you've
really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love
yearns your suffer
On the grave lurks my prosper
Taunt more as a
lure but it's no use
Knots tight my excite I prepare the noose
Say
no more it's time for you to make your move
My blackened soul lit
by your fuel
Implodes your
moral and drains your pride
Too late for debate or run and
hide
Time to take your life it tolls the bell
To your hell I'd
like to welcome you
Hail to a father
of devine
To the son the light will shine
From the angst of
lost memories
A just revenge to cure misery