Be her, my bane, uncleansed and forgotten
Exhaustion undying as broken hands build fortresses
To keep tyrants at bay
She stormed me like a plague
With no protection from her deceit
With no heart, nor the strength to fight
I now rest my head at tyrants' feet
Impure and ghastly
I have found no warmth in the perils of love
Misanthropic and content
I have buried all that I once was
Be this the bitter end
She stormed me like a plague
With no protection from her deceit
With no heart, nor the strength to fight
I now rest my head at her feet
Exhaustion undying, broken hands build thrones
Of kings to seat my goddess, my queen
I have out lived the ghost
I was my bitterness, your bitterness