Battle Song 2

Now you've really crossed the lineYour hate for me is divineMy love yearns for your sufferOn your grave lurks my prosperTaunt more as a lure but its no useKnots tight my exciteI prepare the nooseSay no more it's timeFor you to make your moveMy blackened soul's lit by your fuelImplode your moralAnd drains your prideToo late for debate or run and hideTime to take your life tolls the bellTo your hell I'd like to welcome youHail to a father of divineTo the son the light will shineFrom the angst of lost memoriesA just revenge to cure misery