Vendetta Cannot Wait Any Longer

For every thorn that cuts into my flesh
Forever shall you bitterly repent

And in the fire burning hell, a thousand demons with such awful laughters,
Such hideous crooked and smiling faces none can bear to look at,
Would take your sinful soul near mine to torment it after our mundane lives
Have reached their shameful end.

So you will die first, by my hand, the time is soon, my poor man,
Prepare to die!
Oh, nothing rejoices me more than your useless pitiful baby cry...

I`ll seek revenge and leave your corpse to smash against hard rocks
While listening to its echo... as I let it fall into
an endless slumber on the hills of death
Where crows strangely gather sensing taste of human blood

As for every thorn that once deeply cut into my flesh
Shall you, forever, love, repent .