I look at you and I see nothing

No man, no self, no virtue

My home: Broken, Lonely and Tarnished

And I will find my revenge sooner than later from you

I walk in the high of the night

Feeling you tremble

I want a purpose with my life

But I am alone in my vengeance

You will come back, I promise

And when you do, I’ll become your goddess from hell

Maybe I should let it go

Maybe I should let it be 

But I am not as dumb as the Ox you refused to let bleed

And I won’t be scared of the red in my hand as you pretend to be

I have a prophecy to recite

And I won’t blame the greater god

I am bold and better

And when I become Queen

My revenge will be mine alone

Not even you can take it from me

Walk down your carpet

Stained in blood-thirsty red

Become the king you proclaim you are

Have a home you want and I’ll let it thrive for some time

I had a dream one day

You slicing our precious in middle

It wasn’t fiction, was it

And now I have to slice you too

But don’t you worry, my love

The home that you thought existed is after all constructed by you

I have gotten your back and I will get you back

But you will become my damnation

Still, remember and look behind 

For I will become yours

Creation is for the simple

And perhaps that is why you think like that

But I will make you weep when I lead

Doing what I wanted to do for long

And you will remember me as your wife

But I was your suffering after all.