Malice

This is a song of malice
Of hatred, of bane
Let these words take forms
And haunt and torment and rip and rend
Let your every step lead unto ruin
Let your every action bring closer your downfall
Let great storms rise and hinder your way
Let your dreams be turned into mares of the night

May there be tears
Where once was laughter
And where once was tears
Let there be sadness greater still
Let all success flee from your sight
May the fires you reach for be those of fools
Let them escape the moment you are the catch them
And reappear only in mockery
May the morning next
Be the one of the last

Eyelids closed forevermore
And may the last sight be that of terror
Beasts of the night come and gather
Go and bring doom to those I curse
Bring them all to their bitter end
Never to be heard again

Let there be tears
Let there be blood
Let there be death
Let it be done