and my fury stands ready

• my dying bride, songs of darkness words of light.
  
  come from where you hide
  (so i may) unchain my tempest
  none will stop my tide
  (and you will) tremble at my unrest
  
  find you i will
  (and take you) up into your heaven
  commeth soon the kill
  (for i have taken) kings and feeble men
  
  and my fury stands ready
  i bring all your plans to naught
  my bleak heats beats steady
  'tis you whom i have sought
  feasting myself sick
  on you pathetic sins
  wounds for me to lick
  the work of slaughter begins
  
  in my face see your killer
  you can wish me away
  in your face i still see her
  no more shall you betray
  in her face (she) saw her killer
  thou shalt not pray