i curse the love for you and the pale souls you have tasted the sings of filthy passion will soon turn to cries of pain when i claim what is mine through the justice of suffering when the paying of her sins come closer the night will end in tears and the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers you will be sentenced the same every second with her i count and for every second you will suffer too no light will save them now when the words of hope have all been spoken and i wash the blood from my hands and let them lie silent and cold on the flowers for my anger is greater than the hand that once swept your cheek and my anger is greater than the human i was i will claim that is mine through the justice of suffering no light will save them now when the words of hope have all been spoken and i wash the blood from my hands and let them lie silent and cold on the flowers is this poison in your womb worth of the burning flesh in this pyre of ghost lovers but every second with her i count and for every second you will suffer too the night will end it will end in tears soon  no light will save them now when the words of hope have all been spoken and i wash the blood from my hands and let them lie silent and cold on the flowers no light will save them now when the words of hope have all been spoken and i wash the blood from my hands and let them lie silent and cold on the flowers