So you've come for your vengeance
Hear I think the crowd is silent
Of me you have dreamt
I have grown I built my domain on your hate
Mock your words
I will laugh in disrespect
then wash my hands in your blood
conqueror
A face of fright you revealed to me
with which I painted my eyes
Delight me with death for this tires my soul
and soon eyes of black shall arise
Hear crowd my heart
The delicate thunder