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