𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒬𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊

Verse 1 I was gentle-souled, with words of peace, I oft made wars and bitter quarrels cease, And turned my foe into a trusted friend, As rays of love pierced where the dark had penned. Verse 2 But thou... thou hast filled my soul with burning gall, With poison thou hast stained my blood and breath, And with thy foul and creeping thrall Hast choked my faith and love to endless death. Chorus Cursed be thou, executioner and foe! May dread words rise and strike a fatal blow! Like Furies let them hound thy steps with pain, While rumor spreads thy infamy like rain! Let his tongue rot who names thee without spite, And strike him deaf who turns from this dark rite! Verse 3 Thou hast ungodly torn away All that in life’s hard, troubled day Could draw friends close with gentle plea: The warmth and grace of speech in me. Outro Now instead of love or carefree mirth, Only weeping echoes through the earth, As I shout with every failing breath: Cursed be the torturer, to shame and death!