I curse the love for you   And the pale souls you have tasted   The sings of filthy passion   Will soon turn to cries of pain   When I claim what is mine   Through the justice of suffering      When the paying of her sins come closer   The night will end in tears   And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers   You will be sentenced the same   Every second with her I count   And for every second you will suffer too      No light will save them now   When the words of hope have all been spoken   And I wash the blood from my hands   And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers      For my anger is greater   Than the hand that once swept your cheek   And my anger is greater   Than the human I was   I will claim that is mine   Through the justice of suffering      No light will save them now   When the words of hope have all been spoken   And I wash the blood from my hands   And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers      Is this poison in your womb   Worth of the burning flesh   In this pyre of ghost lovers      But every second with her I count   And for every second you will suffer too   The night will end...   It will end in tears soon