Silentium

I will be there when you mock thyself
In the nighttime, when the shadows dance
I will be there when you burn thyself
She betrayed you, coldness tears your soul
Out of the darkness
Ye've locketh me in
I have been aneath
I'll feed your fear
Whose is this voice, and why this strayness,
This bitter rage I can't control?
She'll grind ye down
She'll throw ye out
I'll be all hate that hides in ye
And all the things banished
I shall promise you vast victories
She will be crawling back on hands and knees
I shall cease your grief and heavy moan
I shall stick the blade through every whore
We have no choice, drowned She shall be
All th' wounds she stroke in thee
Tenfolded striken back in her
Tenfolded every whore shall burn
In dreadful deeds we shall unite
As one we shall not cease the fight
I shall set ye on th' throne of night,