Malice

This is a song of malice

Of hatred, of bane

Let these words take forms

And haunt and torment and rip and rend

Let your every step lead unto ruin

Let your every action bring closer your downfall

Let great storms rise and hinder your way

Let your dreams be turned into mares of the night

May there be tears

Where once was laughter

And where once was tears

Let there be sadness greater still

Let all success flee from your sight

May the fires you reach for be those of fools

Let them escape the moment you are the catch them

And reappear only in mockery

May the morning next

Be the one of the last

Eyelids closed forevermore

And may the last sight be that of terror

Beasts of the night come and gather

Go and bring doom to those I curse

Bring them all to their bitter end

Never to be heard again

Let there be tears

Let there be blood

Let there be death

Let it be done