Divine Hate کے بول

Now you've really crossed the line Your hate for me is divine My love yearns your suffer On the grave lurks my prosper Taunt more as a lure but it's no use Knots tight my excite I prepare the noose Say no more it's time for you to make your move My blackened soul lit by your fuel Implodes your moral and drains your pride Too late for debate or run and hide Time to take your life it tolls the bell To your hell I'd like to welcome you Hail to a father of devine To the son the light will shine From the angst of lost memories A just revenge to cure misery