The Curse

From the darkest sadness in my heart,
From the coldest frost that thou hath cast,
From each piece of my shattered faith,
From the deepest pit of my fallen grace.

For all the pain you put me through,
For all things I did for you,
For all times that thou lied,
For all the tears that I did cry.

With all the grudge held in my head,
With the helpless moan of my inncocece’s death,
With all darkness summoned by night,
Hear ye! my curse and live in fright !

I curse, I curse, I place a curse on thee …
My curse dear God, let it be,
That Never shalt thou get thy love,
And never shalt thee bear a son!
My curse will follow thee for seven lives,
And stab thee in like an unseen knife,
And hurt and itch and burn and sting,
As time flies by on raven’s wings.

Amen.