Conqueror

So you’ve come for your vengeance
Hear — I think the crowd is silent
Of me you have dreamt
I have grown (I built my domain on your hate)
Mock your words
I will laugh in disrespect
Then wash my hands in your blood
Conqueror
A face of fright you revealed to me
With which I painted my eyes
Delight me with death for this tires my soul
And soon eyes of black shall arise…
Hear crowd — my heart
The delicate thunder