Come from where you hide.
(So I may) unchain my tempest.
None will stop my tide.
(And you will) tremble at my unrest.
Find you I will
(And take you) up into your Heaven.
Commeth soon the k**.
(For I have taken) kings and feeble men.
And my fury stand ready.
I bring all your plans to nought.
My bleak heart beats steady.
'Tis you whom I have sought.
Feasting myself sick,
On your pathetic sins.
Wound for me to lick.
The work of slaughter begins.
In my face see your k**er.
You can wish me away.
In your face I still see her.
No more shall you betray.
In her face (she) saw her k**er.
Thou shalt not pray.