Oh – you wretch! Insolent, defiant, incestuous, pitiful wretch / for what pain is but pain without you (and for what irony are you to mock me in my woe) How scornful, disdainful you are. / Whore – of a man, with what only foul words am I left with. / This beating, beating, beating of my heart…

Your smirk, your prudent, frigid mockery of a smirk, (how you condescend onto me) / How you gaze at me with eyes without remorse. / Recant now, or the hellish heavens of retribution shall / be my witness - to the agony in which you will endure with me.

With clenched fists, with the pulse in my vein, with every spit of blood: Face me, fight me – for what sweet sorrow this will be but without you, I am not me. / How cursed I am, that my arteries ached – to yell, to scream / in disdain, in horror, impassioned, and utterly baneful hate. (Stand) Rise - And face me.

For I will not hesitate to end you / with your back at me, for there will be no mercy in carnage… No forgiveness in bloodshed and no end to violence - (For you, my life) – the wretch that I know now know without, never more. / And dear, dear sweet love, never more, never more.

So face me, and fight me. I beg of you, take me in your arms / (Drunk with rage, poisoned with hate, and torn between souls)… I am ready, to be my own eternal enemy.

Life. Oh dear, dear Life – (Face me, fight me). I dare you! I swear you! I shall defeat you!