London After Midnight - Revenge

Deep in this blackened void, the space that used to be my soul no ray of light no hope has shown there in the darkened cold. In time memories and pain will fade and disappear they must, but not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust You cannot judge what you don't understand take the blade from the child's hand all the petty lies and the jealous whores matter little and leave me bored Repent, Remorse, Revenge why don't you just crucify me, nail me to a cross and bite and scratch and make me scream if that will get you off You say a fall from grace would suit me well, well you can crawl straight back to Hell, fear not to lie, it will seem a sharper hit nor to blaspheme it will pass for wit Repent, Remorse, Revenge.