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.
'Tis you whom I have
sought.
Feasting myself sick,
On your pathetic sins.
Wound for me to lick.
The work of slaughter begins.
In my face see
your killer.
You can wish me away.
In your face I still see her.
No more shall you betray.
In her face (she) saw her
killer.
Thou shalt not pray.