I will be there when you mock thyselfnIn the nighttime, when the shadows dancenI will be there when you burn thyselfnShe betrayed you, coldness tears your soulnnOut of the darknessnYe've locketh me innI have been aneathnI'll feed your fearnnWhose is this voice, and why this strayness,nThis bitter rage I can't control?nnShe'll grind ye downnShe'll throw ye outnI'll be all hate that hides in yenAnd all the things banishednnI shall promise you vast victoriesnShe will be crawling back on hands and kneesnI shall cease your grief and heavy moannI shall stick the blade through every whorennWe have no choice, drowned She shall benAll th' wounds she stroke in theenTenfolded striken back in hernTenfolded every whore shall burnnnIn dreadful deeds we shall unitenAs one we shall not cease the fightnI shall set ye on th' throne of night,nBring forth revenge that you desirennI grind my teeth, I grind my teethnI bite and pull ye deep beneathnOh, let the children come to me...!nn...And I shall set, yer desires freenFor dark is our hatenSo let there be rage!nn...And I shall show ye th' sterling strengthnOf thousand pariahsnLet there be revenge!nnI will be there when you mock thyself...nnMy sight, has it frailed,nhas darkness prevailed?nIs someone still here with me?nHere in me?nnThese hands are they mine?nIs this smile or a grin?nWhat is this hate in me?nMy love, where is she?nnScortum! Scortum!nScornful whores!nBlade or a loin they are yearning for more!