The wind blows heavy upon the trees; a symphony intones my coming to charge late fees. For you see, your abandoned love to me has reached its due reward. Death shall meet you tonight at the end of my hatred sword. Long forgotten to you has been my discarded love. Yet, do not fret my dear – for you shall be my sacrificed dove!
Love To Hate has surfaced in my soul.
Love To Hate has become my bed – my hole.
You my witch, will not live pass this night, for I will tear you to shreds with all my might. Forgiving you will never come near sight; ends of the world would I inevitably fight. My time to cry for you has come to an end; evil, malice and revenge is what to you I now send! With all its fury hell shall come with me; misery and agony shall come strong for you to see! Felt in your soul shall be all the eons you made me bleed. My hands shall wrought in you eternals’ seed; toward painful fires shall I’ll be the one to lead.
Love To Hate you is what I shall do.
Love To Hate you is your rightful due!
All your pleas shall have no voice here; deafened ears shall never listen or adhere! Punished shall you rot in cells covered with my tears! Banished from love shall you live in cells full of fears! For many were the twilights when I stood alone waiting for my dear!
Hearken to the thunder in my voice; dusk shall not save you from my everlasting choice! A gown of thorns is prepared for you to wear; sure am I this your skin shall hate to bear! As I was left in the cold – naked and bare, so shall you now feel my whips across your back – rare! For centuries my face shall be the one to scare; fangs I will not hold back – this I swear.
Love To Hate comes upon you now.
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