I left you a present in my wake
Of your destruction I did create
My lovesick heart; you intend to break?
For my wrath you did infuriate.

May you burn in sweltering Fire!
A fire worse than a thousand suns!
I hope you never flame my desire
Again, away! My beloved one!

You filthy devil! Oh yes, you are!
Lies! All lies! Those tender vows
Gullible, blinded, were it, by far
Afflictions, ailments, I disavow.

I wish you luck that Hell won't give
In flames! And fires! You shall be drowned
To Hell with you! I'll never forgive!
Your cries for help; I hear no sound.