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Endless lament and terror in my mind

I hear thy ghastly cries

You demon man with horns of Satan

Your love was but temptation

Carve into me a mark of doubt

For some things there is no forgiveness

Your curse was granting me life

And shaming me for it

Now a black rose blooms in place of my heart and the thorns of vengeance replace my mind

This storm to smite ye bastard maker, pure and holy writ

Her beacon of angelic light

A mother eases all suffering

Jealously diminished by thy hand, I watched as you trampled flight

Her wings now crooked

O goddess timid with fear

He taught me to hate he taught me

Never to love again like gargoyle with skin cold,

No emotion shall pass me ever again