I heard tales
about how you built bridges where they shouldn't 
and emptied rivers where they're needed.

I bring good tidings
tidings that will draw tears
tears of crooked paths
paths you made them journey
journey of no return.

...and while I explore your body
for the pleasure of pain...

I'll lick up your tears 
and moan as its salty taste
journey down my tummy,

I'll giggle while you wriggle in pain
the fear in your eyes will amuse me
your groaning shall to me
be a sweet sweet refrain,

I'll slit your throat
and feign surprise as blood stampede
as to chase your soul
deep into that sulfur boiling pit,
Oh no!
Poor little thing...
tonight you pay for your sins