My Dying Bride

Come from where you hide.
(So I may) unchain my tempest.
None will stop my tide.
(And you will) tremble at my unrest.
Find you I will
(And take you) up into your Heaven.
Commeth soon the kill.
(For I have taken) kings and feeble men.
And my fury stand ready.
I bring all your plans to nought.
My bleak heart beats steady.