My Dying Bride

You, who stand there now
I will not tell you not to cry
Without fail my purpose
Will be fulfilled
I can crown you a God
And You'll suffer for your sins
Bound so tightly, pain is everything
Far from kindness. I am your king
Believe you're in Hell, but yours is Heaven
Cry to die. You'll love me forever
On a pale, teary cheek
Tears cascade to your feet