May she wake in torment
Never to find
Any kind of comfort
In death
May her lies satanic
That corrupt even now
Bring her back to confronts
Me again
These are words of hatred
Words of contempt
Only one who loved her would say
Only one who suffered
At the hands and the heart
Of a woman who stole
Both his life and soul
Be with me always
Poses me an haunt me
Take any form
Or take none
Be with me always
In flesh or as a ghost
And you'll learn as the ages run
Learn what your sin has done
Who is my protector?
Whence come my help?
Who is there to calm me
But she
God shall be my witness
That I pay she will know
Not one moment of rest
In the cold cold ground
1995 Time Rice / John Farrar