The Justice of Suffering

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