Divine Hate

Now you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns your suffer
On your grave, I etch my prosper

Taunt more, as a lure, but it's no use
Knots tight, my excite, I prepare the noose
Say no more, it's time for you to make your move
My blackened soul lit by your fuel

Implodes your moral and drains your pride
Too late for debate or run and hide
Time to take your life, it tolls the bell
To your hell I’d like to welcome you!

Hail to a father divine
To his son the light will shine
From the angst of lost memories
A just revenge to cure misery

(Repeat)