Filling the cup for you to drink tonight
I celebrate the death of your creation.
I'll never be your weeping bride,
First I'll become your happy widow.
Your end is my beginning
Your kind is nature's teary feeling
You are the first, you are the last
Who ever will be my great prey.
My poison will stay in your dust
Until the painful last world's day.
And I don't care about your feelings
You will be dead, you are unwilling.