HATE! - Sean Brennan, London After Midnight

Oh the witching time

Like a blackened pearl

Oh how useless seem

The offers of this world

A shroud is wrapped and bound

To Gallows led away

Though innocence is mine

The dog will have his day

All the Love turned to Hate

The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late

Oh wits misery

The madness of your stay

The best revenge

A price which you must pay

The children hide behind

Behind their little masks

They are, at their games

The only ones who laugh

All the Love turned to Hate

The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late

So did I deserve

Your lies and treachery

The curtain closes now

The bell, it tolls for thee

All your lies, all your shame

And it drives you even madder that you’ve got yourself to blame