Serving The Harlot

The guilt is laid upon me The move to strike was mine There are no reasons why But you did cross my line The shame is laid upon you And the suffering is yours A lamb dragged to the slaughter But you did cross my line Nemesis, my will ain't yours Enemy of mine, I wish you harm and pain So feed your lies into the raging wind Set aflame the dreams of yours So deliver all your hatred Cast spells and curse upon my name I do despise you from the root of my plagued heart As sure as the day will turn to night Nemesis, my will ain't yours Enemy of mine, I wish you harm and pain So feed your lies into the raging wind Set aflame the dreams of yours Desire not what you can never have So let it wither away